It’s been awhile My nail beds grew brittle since the last time we spoke My hair a shade or so darker the cat has another uti and the dryer broke Again Won’t run for more than 10 without shutting off They say it’s the tube it runs up the wall and pops out the roof How stupid It’s a fire hazard and just a **** big inconvenience Every night we’ve spent pulling in and out of that laundry mat Me legs feel like they’re stuck in molasses This life is but to fast for a sugary sweet like me I dream of dimes in the dozens and I’m not talking about change Big lights and big bucks all coming my way But I wake up in the same room Living this same life And i try so desperately to close my eyes but those dreams aren’t what’s meant for this life And I know it
Smells like clean clothes it's always pleasant at the laundromat down the street from my apartment.
The washer and dryer are currently broken looks like some teenager didn't know what they were doing as the washer is filled with water and their clothes remain inside dwelling to smell of mildew.
The dryer looks like an antique because it is the slime green of the 70's mismatched to it's wifley counterpart that is stainless steel sparkles so I assume the dryers death is not the fault of our fresh water culprit but electrical problems brought on from existing forever.
They broke a few months ago and I've never gone to check if they were brought back to life as I've found myself intoxicated with the laundromat.
It's the mechanical hums an orchestra of ball barrings with clothes tumbling through their fabric softeners to become fresh gentle cottons the smell of Hugs is the aroma of heaven.
Random. Dreamy. Life. Pleasant. Appreciate the small things?