Standstill

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just a creep into the mind

just a thought to process out

the used waste of time

while sitting in bed you experience it

just a creep into the room

just a thought to cherish through

you hear the creeks and groans

of your old metal springs

young bones

"Hey Babe what you up to?"

I look to the side taking in the laughing couple with matching socks wondering what compelled them to take on such an action. Wonder if i have the same socks. The guy to the left keeps humming a song as if he knows the actual beat. Wonder if know it.

"Nothing."

The airs to crisp to open my eyes fully. Such a tragedy when theirs so many colors to look at. The vending machine seems full with its quaking and hums. She starts shuffling on her feet as if it'll make the conversation more convenient.

"You doing anything later?"

The couples laughing again while forcing down more oil with fries. The humming's added with the smacking of fingers on the table. Wonder when his fingers will be too numb to move.

"Nothing"

STANDSTILL

"Hey babe what you up to?"

I look to the side taking in the crying kids with matching play swords wondering who hit the other first in order to trigger the hatred to cry. Wonder if i ever got in a fight with swords. The girl to the left keeps humming a song as if she knows the actual beat to it. Wonder if i know it.

"Nothing"

The airs to cold to fake my sleep. Such a tragedy when there's a warm jacket to snuggle into. The heater seems about to die with its quaking and hums. He starts rubbing his hands together as if it'll make the conversation more convenient.

"You doing anything later?"

The kids are crying again while smacking each other with swords. The humming's added with the tapping of fingers on the lap. Wonder when her thigh will be too wobbly to continue.

"Nothing"

STANDSTILL

just a creep into your mind

just a thought to process out

the used waste of time

while sitting in bed you experience it

just a creep into the room

just a thought to cherish through

you hear the creeks and groans

of your life on STANDSTILL

of a repeat you cant seem to pause



A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated, something is wrong.
— Orson Welles