not much
i can do
about that
plate was full
now it’s empty
back to work
can’t sleep
tried everything
still can’t sleep
very hot
very humid
very summer
no meaning
no message
no answer
i’ve tried
to spend less time
on my computer
new software
new hardware
same me
i love you
you love me
we love each other
fuck the syllables
this
is a haiku
dark room
bright screen
time for bed
everything’s fucked
might as well
be happy
downloading file
less than a minute
remaining
soft bed
heavy eyes
almost asleep
should i run
should i tea
should i nap
spring sun
summer breeze
winter mood
buy buy
sell sell
happy happy
will it ever happen
am i good enough
do they understand
hot in here
hot out there
no escape
might go well
might go bad
might not happen
sharp light of spring
sound of
honking cars
don’t overthink
don’t think
don’t
as long as
you’re not dead
you’re alive
thank you toilet
for swallowing
my poop
a strong urge to write
even if
there is nothing to say
what it was
what it is
what it will be
chill out
take it easy
it’s cool
something
never seen
heard or felt
writing down
whatever
comes to mind
thinking about
doing sit-ups
never mind
when there is nothing
i think of something
and dream of quiet
thank you spoon
you make it so easy
to eat soup
in my chair
wondering if i’m
sitting too much
cold out there
warm in here
hard to leave
