He sways to the music,
As he’s folding his clothes,
And he’s thinking of things,
He may never get to know.
Like where he is and,
Where he wants to go.
His friend is on the floor,
Headphones on his head.
Humming along with,
Some unheard song.
The room is stuffy,
Even with the window open.
And he saw your picture
Pixelated on his screen.
“Hey you, blue eyes.”
Smiles back at the photograph.
Sighs with regrets and,
Folds a pair of socks.
-Agh...I wanted to add more to this, but I couldn't find the words. I might be trying to hard to tie it all together coherently instead of just rambling. I'd like to, but it'd all come out in a confusing mess. I don't think I'd find anything to say even if I could. I want to understand what's going on around me and not be left here to assume and build my hopes up, only to have them toppled down. Blech...I'm tired...
-Matt
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