MORE BITS, MORE PIECES
More bits, more pieces. Absorb all the noise you can when you turn the switches on and off the clinking of glasses when the chains of the swing move back and forth when the clock ticks the sound of rain drops beating down I write I dream but don't sleep yet I keep waking up I want to fall asleep without actually falling asleep the chair is empty the posters have fallen down not taken down they were immobile for so long now they move the wall paint has faded the phone refuses to get charged and the fan has decided to spin slower than before. the adamant door doesn't close the cupboards are wide open just like my eyes my fingers hit the keyboard but words aren't born just erased. deleted. the screen stares back at me as I wink the milk tastes so sad with a sad- flavoured slice of bread cheese wants to stay away...