the drift

he sits on a couch day after day

flipping through channels on the

television,

wrestling with quiet loudness of

his soul.

he feels everything he has ever lived

all at once

past,present and future.

there is only oceans of disconnected

isolation,

he drifts from the television

watching his cat climb over

weeks old trash,

while he contemplates on making

a sandwich,

but he doesn’t want to get up,

knowing he hasn’t eaten in 32 hrs

he rather just starve himself

then waste the energy and

get up!

 

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