Cold Feet
..Headache
Brain chasing sounds from the neighbors Loud tunes
Sun stretching into a sprawled out body laying over covers
Typing, searching for connections online
Through the Wires of the spine

Keeping pace with time
Should I look up the bus schedule or just race out to meet it
when it arrives(?)

Gathering possessions in my mind
Mental Lists
Keys
Drawing Board
Sketch Book
Drawing Utensils
Pencils
Markers
Charcoal.. maybe

Leave at 4pm
(Upstairs neighbor Dog races back and forth above my head)
-Remember to remember everything my head exclaims
Hands growing colder
Warming on the heat of the keyboard

It should be warmer when I finally greet the heat of the sun
Nearly 3pm and I haven't smelled fresh air once today
Shutting into my apartment
prolonging the time I should leave to greet the bus
Not wanting to leave my computer and it's False
Friendship

Once upon a time
There was a story never told
A soul that was unknown
A man who grew too old

Privacy was his game
This game he played so well
Secrets aren't of shame
In retrospect they were sometimes swell

Mr Hermet's shell grew too small
Enough to make him crabby
Too many objects to hold
The man looked surly and shaggy

Like a grape in the sun you find
All the years past weren't too kind
The texture soft and wrinkled
This man still undefined

The tears run like waterfalls
Too quick to slow down

Same as the time this man has left
Not enough to make amends
Maybe some to gain respect
If not, go ahead let the end commence
But all in all he did his best