and then I fall asleep.
Wanting someone to call me.
But no one will.
So I just wait for the sun to go to sleep.
Tomorrow is another passage with
One for each class I attend.
Impatiently I will answer questions.
The morning is always nice to me.
Avocados, eggs, and pita bread with cheese.
Symphonies built by digital keyboards.
Randomize a talent Chopin could carry a note to.
Imagine yourself trying to walk with
You feel the light of frame by frame images
and moments occur like relay switches.
Synapsing inside a foibe, a deep Italian chasm where only dead lay.
Because, the images you see are so blurred together that