Not in a little quiet library corner, but definitely unmistakeably poetic.
Maybe even a little hardcore, I might add.
People said it was to fade away. People.. pfft.
Working at an office 9 to 5. I mean 9 to 6. It was pretty hectic.
Now that its over, even though it was quite awhile back, somehow I'm a little sad.
20 toilet breaks a day. 20 minute naps in the toilet.
20 minute intervals of excitement and uncertainty.
I can still remember clearly.
Not really remember.
I close my eyes and all I see is a desk with paper sprawled all over to make me look busy.
Sprawled all over the papers were short paragraphs of words I'd like to think of as poems.
And I know I'm not artistic at all.
Thats not a good feeling. Its not supposed to be anyway.
But it felt good. Very good.
I thought that was it.
People...pfft. People told me that was it.
And it really was.
Now at fucking 2am in the morning or night or whatever this is,
Tired,
A little hungry,
Not showered, not planning to,
I fell deeper in love.