Out the back window, I stared.
I never used to be so absentminded.
You could almost hear the music
struggling to exit the broken speakers.
With every note, so imperfect,
creating its own melody.
You'd never really notice.
And I shouldn't have either.
Hand prints became visible in the day light.
***** swirls covered the glass around me.
This is how I spent my time.
Watching the back window, wasting time
and falling into a trance.
Often, I drifted somewhere.
I was moving when no one else was.
The sun fell on my skin
as it broke through the clouds and tiny
swirls in the glass.
That was my remedy.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC
Out the back window, I stared.
I never used to be so absentminded.
You could almost hear the music
struggling to exit the broken speakers.
With every note, so imperfect,
creating its own melody.
You'd never really notice.
And I shouldn't have either.
Hand prints became visible in the day light.
***** swirls covered the glass around me.
This is how I spent my time.
Watching the back window, wasting time
and falling into a trance.
Often, I drifted somewhere.
I was moving when no one else was.
The sun fell on my skin
as it broke through the clouds and tiny
swirls in the glass.
That was my remedy.
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