Having a shit-all day and all I’ve done is eat lunch and go to the pharmacy. I’m tired. I am the epitome of “not feeling it.” Here’s an untitled angst piece.
Today was one of those days
where you depend on the warm smile
of a stranger,
the “have a nice day” of the pharmacist
behind the counter,
the head nod from that kid
who sat behind you in history last semester.