I feel like
I should be writing.
Like it's something I
need to do.
But at the same time
I have nothing to
write about.
At least that's how
it feels.
I've spent the day
getting high,
listening to music.
Chain smoking.
Not much you can say
about that.
I am tired because
I stayed up late
texting Iowa.
I don't remember
what I dreamed about.