Sunday, the rain
Has passed
But not the grey
the insufferable dampness coming down on the city like a blanket
or long-term relationships
Asking over and over for attention to go grocery shopping or to watch a ten seconds Youtube clip
Wavering between one’s need for warmth and the other’s intolerance for unmoving air
even with the windows opened
Reading of gloating praises of Nobel laureate and poetry as art
Art, what fucking art?
When all one wants to do is a to pass a Sunday without the vexation of boredom, the numbness of distractions and—
God damn it—just a breath of fresh air
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Another Weird Universe
About Me
- Nippy
- I love words. This is simply a place for me to collect all the wonderful words I've come across in my journey through books and movies.
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