The day is near its end.
Blinds are down.
I can’t stand
on my legs.
in this lonely town.
He isn’t here
to wipe my weary tear.
I’m waiting.
Nothing happens.
I’m
run out of tissues,
misused.
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I run out of tissues too
och, wish it wasn’t like that, cheesehead
What happens after the day end? D:
another day comes with a hope of something better.
I enjoyed this poemisc post. But I wonder, what do you expect to happen if you only wait? I ask, because I find myself in the same boat, unable to initiate…
sometimes it is better to follow “wu wej wej wu wej” to act by not doing. things will turn out somehow without our help. it has always worked like that. I don’t need to expect anything, things are happening nevertheless….small things, like tic toc of clocks, water running, people walking by.