I look outside...
I see nothing that catches my eye.
Just the same view onto my yard as always.
There's leaves scattered everywhere, but that's nothing new.
All I hear is the crackling noises of a newly lit candle.
The only smell is my tea, brewing on the stove.
When will it become interesting?
When my interests become insync with my daily life?
I'm literally thoughtless.
Does life makes sense to you?
Or her?
The old man next door?
Does life make sense to him?
I'm not complaining about life itself,
I just can't seem to wrap my mind around the concept of it.
It's beyond the realm of my thoughts.
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