I stood, leaned up against the counter in the silent kitchen..
Eating peanut butter and grape jelly on toasted white bread like some sort of toddler..
Before that I sat around playing games and wasting my precious time while wondering why I was alone on a Saturday night..
I think, Apathy is my best friend while dreams of tomorrow’s motivation move me..
They say the eyes are the window to the soul (or somethin like that) and tonight mine are dry with exhaustion acting as the drapes..
and I submit to every passing night I spend alone as if something better may one day emerge but I really don’t know that it will..
Except this toast.. I think I’ll make more toast.. And be content in the quiet..