Exactly one more day of break left. Have some fun time planned. Need to relax. Need to pep myself up. One more day. Back to classes. Back to wet boots. Back to boring professors. Back to friends. Back to being stressed. Back to homework. Back to midterms and finals. Back to reading. Back to studying. Back to civilization. Not thrilled. Not bummed. Generally positive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a friend there is no immediate end soothing voice of happiness life is such a mess constant disappointment constant descent no memories of before a heart that never tore a friend always at the beginning always waiting at the end ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry has hit lameness. It doesn't matter. The groove has left. It will return. Someday. Someday. As though some day were a day at all. Sit and watch our lives pass by. Wishing we had done more. Wishing we had said less. And than death raps on the door. Ready. No aruging. No bargaining. In the end we are all the same. Death doesn't stop for redlights. Although death isn't my main concern. My mother is angry at me. I am ignoring her. Don't care. Don't waste pretend emotions. May need them later on. Right now I am done. Until later.