untitled poem :]

sometimes the days kind of just start melding together again.

I used to hate going out to do things,

running around with my mom to go shopping,

visiting family every weekend,

going to school

then it just

stopped.

I regret it.

hating it,

not cherishing things,

not keeping memories.

because I feel that the world has moved on

it left me rotting and stranded.

days get indecipherable

and become indistinguishable from nights

leaving me to deal with myself in bed

until 3 or 4pm or until I get hungry.

-f.miller