Didn’t sleep, woke up softer Sink into halfway sunlight Curtains blur the morning Strangers walking their own lines I lose my thoughts, leaving the WiFi Another day disappears behind half-closed blinds The clock moves like it’s sorry Drawing out each response Move a pile of unread stories But nothing’s lost, just stalled It’s only what it is, maybe nothing at all Caught up in yesterday, scared to let tomorrow fall Empty cups, broken time, too far, too stalled Pages filled with quiet things I can’t recall Late for plans I didn’t make Talking to someone but their eyes slide Windows rattle gently, settling My footprints fading in low light You spin a sentence and you’re already gone Trace my reasons, never find one straight on Cannot pick up where I left it Moved around, misplaced shapes There’s a garden growing outwards Living only for escape It’s only what it is, maybe nothing at all Stuck between what I wish and another missed call Typed-out messages, words I let fall Erase the weight of what I can’t resolve An itch that lingers, never builds Under cold bath light, quiet is loud Everything moves the same till it tilts Patterns split, breathe and bow It’s only what it is, maybe nothing at all Watch minute hands drift, can’t steer them at all If meaning hides somewhere behind this withdrawal I’m just tracing lines along these hallway walls Just tracing lines Let morning stall It’s nothing at all Just tracing lines It’s nothing at all
