Here are some things that I've been
Thinking a lot about since when
A blue hued figure was in the corner
Overlooking everything
Hunger was our hero
Hunger was our home
My body is aging
But my mind is still a newborn baby
Greeted by a cruel and fluorescent ceiling
Why is everything always too much
Why is everything never enough
I read a paperback Kafka On The Shore' in the car
I haven't gotten that far into the story yet
I'm trying to get into reading again
I read one line and had to reread it a fourth time
Not feeling entertained
I haven't touched anyone like that since then
I had a lover, but we were never friends
Why is everything always too much
Why Is everything never enough