mundane it's at times like these that i've no idea what to feel.
if it's pity, i don't need it.
if it's love, i don't have the time.
if it's tears, i don't have enough pain.


i just feel like laying down in the sun with someone i don't know.
because i can start all over again. because if it gets too boring we can sleep.
because i just want silence and not having the feeling that we need to talk.


i feel like hanging my head low and walking amongst the crowd.
i don't want to look at people. i don't want to be looked at.
i don't want to feel strange when i'm sitting alone, people watching.
i don't want to feel like an outcast.

i am subdued.
empty.  ¶ 1:17 AM