The book folds to reveal
The real world,
Beneath my crouched knees
Untied sneakers sprawled
All over the floor, muddy.
There is a silent joy in
Watching others consume
Realities all too
Different,
And all too
Common to
Yours—"unreal,"
Ethereal.
Perhaps all too so.
For the past two days
I've caught the people
Crouching beside me
Sniffling.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
The book folds to reveal
The real world,
Beneath my crouched knees
Untied sneakers sprawled
All over the floor, muddy.
There is a silent joy in
Watching others consume
Realities all too
Different,
And all too
Common to
Yours—"unreal,"
Ethereal.
Perhaps all too so.
For the past two days
I've caught the people
Crouching beside me
Sniffling.
