and this is what your life has been reduced to.
a single room of pottery containing no more than a mattress
how sad when all the strings have been removed from the blinds,
and all the outlets have been painted over,
and the television screen is streaked with blood
and smeared from your knuckles,
as you were trying to punch it out,
but you underestimated its strength.
or maybe you just werent trying hard enough.
startled by a knock at the door,
youll rise for the first time in two days to answer.
but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement:
"hello, my first name is distance, and i really dont care if i never wake up again. I really dont care if I ever wake up again.