I sit here and ache in a chair made out of wasted money, rolling up my sleeves and rocking forward and backward to the shocks of caffiene. A break from silence with Smog.
Two exams down, two to go.
I am surrounded by papers with words I've stared at for hours, though my mind has mostly been elsewhere. I decided to take a break - it's dinner-time after all, and since it's actually slushing outside..I'll wait it out before heaading home. May take all night.
Whether or not there is any type of God, I'm not supposed to say and today I don't really care. God is a word and the argument ends there
Chewing gum, chewing tapping chewing swallowing sipping staring sighing
Outside there are green fields and people walking covered running
There's a waterfalling gutter behind me, singing out spring time
Timely waving across the concrete
Like the sound waves
Between you and me
While we say
'Thinking of the Future'
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