doing something

doing something else

doing something

i dont need

a studio

i need a pool

low battery

five percent

remaining

gradually

then suddenly

the urge to poop

the only thing

better than money

is more money

write first

think

later

am i evil

for buying things

on amazon

city noise

a gentle breeze

passing through

not much

i can do

about that

what

where

when

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

beautiful

average

ugly

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