Rare

Sometimes you think you are an idiot

Fuck the people and the clock,

Obviously the work too

And the fucking times you’ve been making love to nothing.

Sometimes you do not feel anything

You’re just aching for a little rainy summer to translate your heart.

It’s absolutely in vain identifying things you haven’t met yet

But it’s completely yours that awful feeling sometimes makes you happy.

Not today.

Today it’s pure hate for people

For time.