hey how are ?

i sit in my tidy room at my tiny desk. 
it is small and i am tall. 
mind wipes absent, tries reassessing
the day's occurrences it all blends messy.

rest chin on fist, elbow on oak 
to rewrite all the words they spoke 
when all they said was nothing to me
seems i'll be alone for now, that
seems alright by me. 

picking minutes clean of their meaning
insincerity is breeding 
paranoid notions in my head 
don't hear truth what lies instead 
inside my brain are fickle thoughts 
ones i would not repeat if i were asked. 

people are all the same
ask how you are when they don't even know your name. 


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