Saturday, October 12, 2013

Pointless and Unorganized

I sit on a seat
and dig through my mind
and find
that
 I don't want to do anything
but sit
on
a seat.

Fingers run 
through my hair
they're
mine,
they do this
all the time.

I haven't much to say
I'd rather stay
in white nothingness
If you please.
I just don't want to
think.

It's just so hard 
to write 
this.
And maybe I'll quit
and maybe
 I'll paint
my nails.

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