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.
She has many sides
a faceted diamond
clear and shining
she drapes herself over the landscape
engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes
cold and gleaming
My funny little friend
appearing at my door
day in and day out
to say hello to me.
So intelligent
yet so stupid
chasing after fallen leaves and blades of grass
lying on the doormat
Happy birthday
or more like happy belated birthday -
I'm a day late -
but still
you're fourteen now
same as you were a week ago
but older
You'll be driving in what, two years?
we're so old
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