The Longer Ones

Sunday, October 16, 2016


I'm sitting on a chair.
And I'm playing with my hair.
I'm looking out the window.
It's 3 am, and all I see is a rainbow.
I'm tired and exhausted.
And all I feel is the pain in my head.
I'm supposed to be thinking about chemistry.
But I'm writing and thinking about something weird or just plain poetry.
Or maybe it's just because I'm hungry.

Harrison gave me a cookie earlier.
He's a cool guy.
Sometimes deep and makes me want to cry.
I should go back to work, before it becomes later.

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