Clothes pile up on the flow,
and I wonder how many days I’ll take
until I’m happy enough to pick them up.
Habits are hard.
Because the second I break a streak:
a feeling, a flame of failure and —
come to think of it maybe that’s why
there are so many clothes on the ground.
I said I was lonely once.
(maybe twice)
And someone said,
There are 8 billion people in the world.
Relax.
So maybe after my day ends today,
I can get to meet the other 7.9 billion
and hope for the best.
All I do anymore is hope for the best.
If I wake up every day at 6 am
and eat healthy after working out,
will that make the world feel less small?
I guess I’ll just start with picking up my clothes.
