three chapters

sometimes I get so weary of reading. books, text messages, song titles. I just want to sleep.

I'm not even tired.

There's something about being required to read a book that makes you not want to read it. There's also the fact that the book is beyond complex, forcing you to actually have to process and think about what's written down on the pages. I'm sitting against a wall, window over my left shoulder, the light shines on my pages and creates a shadow off my thumbs. a yellow shadow.

Its cold by this door.

I've been clenching my jaw - it's tight, and my head is starting to hurt.

I sit here next to my book and I watch the people walk by these back aisles. Some of them make me want to cry. The little boy wearing jeans and his leather jacket. Dirty blonde hair; he's walking alone. Shoulders slumped. Save Your Scissors comes on and I bury my head in my knees that are up to my chest.

I feel like I'm pulling my weight along sometimes.

We are all in this together.

"Nothing's changed but our outlook."

You're right.

I've watched the sunset, and I've only read three chapters.