My eyes are red. I can't focus tonight.
The bleakness of life. You and I. Me and
you. We aren't anything.
My TV is here. My cell phone is here.
My laptop is here. But you are not.
There are bugs trying to enter my window
and you are running away.
A cold glass of milk to calm my nerves.
I am anxious as fuck.
There is nothing to do but wait for all of this
to be over, again.