I can’t sleep.
Can’t save money. Can’t find a job. Can’t manage my time. Can’t see out my window. Don’t bother to look.
Can’t stay in love.
I never watch the sunrise or set.
I drink tea on my kitchen floor, where it is warm.
I listen to the birds talking, chatting. One following behind the other ridiculously in love.
I lean against the wall not wanting to disrupt or intrude. Not wanting.
Careful not to spill my tea.
Hoping to learn more about life and love.