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here i sit, in front of this computer.
smelling like lemons and listening to jazz.
feeling a bit of hunger pangs, even though i ate.
thinking about my short test on monday, which i'll probably ace.
there you are, in front of your computer.
you don't smell lemons, nor are you listening to jazz.
you're probably reading this because you know me.
and your asking yourself if i'm alright.
here i am, still sitting.
thinking about memories past.
i still think about him, even though i don't want to.
not of our love, we knew that wouldn't last.
but i do think about our friendship.
why did it end? whose fault was that!?
now i will stand.
go to the bathroom and take a shower.
after that i will drink some milk, go to sleep
and dream of pines and flowers.
tomorrow morning i hope to wake.
my heart full of forgiveness and love for all.
tomorrow morning it'll be a brand new day,
but what if it's a dream and i'm really dead?
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