this mind can see the world
but feels disconnected.
the pencil marks the paper
but i soon find myself
erasing the trails

the clock reads 2:30am
unable to sleep
because sleep haunts me
my stomach tosses and turns
i crawl from this bed
and to the streets
not far from where i once laid
i soon hear a familiar
melody protruding from
a shitty boom box
located only in my mind
the heart sank.
at that moment
i decided to go
a few minutes longer the sound.
is left me here to think
that there has to
be some symbolic meaning to
this because i cant believe in fate.
is this a sign