Silent
blank
empty
no new messages
no bolded titles waiting to be opened
waiting to be read
nothing to see
nothing to do
bored
hollow
quiet.
Everything has been explored
nothing new to look forward to
another what, eleven weeks?
Until I see half of my friends again
but then again, there are weekly meet-ups
but I never make it
because I never can get there
because I don't know
I'm tired
I'm bored
I have nothing to do
and I am blank
empty
silent.
I try
to strive in life
to get things done, to win
to be on top of everything
it's hard.
I've learned
that a concept
like life is hard to grasp
you have to learn to hold it, but
I'm sorry
but for what, you might ask?
Some people know
other people don't need to know
the point is that the message gets across.
I get it
I didn't mean to lash out at you
well, actually I did
Orange pen
curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page
fulfilling my orders
moved by my hand.
Orange pen
flying, soaring, leaping
dancing across the page
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