re-sponsibility
loose ends
the same songs play over and over
the same bands at the local club
over and over
the same days with different weather encompass the globe and gulp down sailors.
the world is mostly water, ya know.
same cup of coffee
every bland morning, afternoon, evening
i get headaches if i don’t drink coffee
and with each daily routine i ponder on the way that life has this weird way of showing consistency where everyone around you changes and has a story and cities are growing outside of yours and people are dying and being born all around you but you sit in the same chair at the same coffee shop thinking, “i wish i could get out of this mess but here i sit all the time waiting for that perfect hand.”
but the world is mostly water, ya know.
