as my eyes glided over the grey curtain
though finding nothing of particular interest
didn't know when to stop, or where.
indifference, when it comes,
is a funny thing.
the tv rays go straight through my head.
my hand writes, it is unfamiliar
with the chinese words it produces.
had i not written these words before?
a bit am i, out of sorts;
my head is tired filled with thoughts.
music, break these walls!
my heart crawls to sensationalise
can i sensationalize life?
does my indifference neutralise or reveal?
indifference when it comes is a funny thing.
neutralize! reveal!
fire the guns of tomorrow.
maybe then, a curtain could be more interesting.
i didn't know when to stop, or where.
but i guess here will do.
a bit i am, out of sorts.
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