I'm so mundane.
I sit here and drink
and I
watch whatever the fuck is playing
on whatever the fuck TV channel
I don't care
I never care.
It's just noise and light.
The real
the Me
it bubbles up silently
while I drink my wine
it wells up and hurts
in my guts.
I need eyes
I need confirmation
that never comes.
But the sun
still shines
and the hours still
tick by slower than is comfortable
and I'm still here,
waiting for something
speculating
wishing I knew more
and cared less.
Wishing.