this is what it has come to.

sitting in the farthest, deepest corner of the old green library.

writing theory ii homework.

staring out a shaded window - at, rather.

staring at a shaded window.

no drums, no marimba, no piano sounds from any direction.

no people, no friends. no strangers.

neighbors are the newspaper archives and an empty shelf.

this is what it has come to.