Everyday I sleep less. All I talk about is sleep lately.
It’s been so long.
I haven’t felt so wonderfully isolated from the world in so long.
Maybe 11th grade was the last time, but now it’s back
And, it’s wonderful nostalgia.
Though the weather has got me sick,
I couldn’t love the anticipation of winter even more.
Even now, I am returning.
Look at my vague words coming back.
Oh, the memories of all those years.
As if time has been stolen from right under me.
I am not old but my soul may be.
Said too much, possibly
This time it is an exception though.
But, if only you knew,
If only you’d be as curious as me as to what’s in someone’s mind.
Maybe you could travel for free.
Wouldn’t that be great?
Time to be alone and sickly happy