at home.
First things first.
Sit yourself down. Slouch.
You're not trying to impress anyone here.
Ball scratch and sock fling
Fridge raid and channel flip
Your way onto the couch of all things that matter.
The news is on. Look at the outside and don't care.
Count the seconds til you have to leave.
Two thirds of every day for one third in your stash
A hope chest for a tomorrow
When the only thing going bad is you.
How many things will you chuck out the window
To make way for something else
You'll need to be out for years for?
Three AM.
You have til morning. Go to bed.
Stay under the sheets and pray for sleep.
Or at least peace for the soul you keep.
Try not to think
Of the sour milk cereal breath you'll have
When you're trying to get back in.
Welcome home.
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eeesh nothing for you to feel bad about. *head scratch*
*and i mean head head scratch sheesh*