today i sat in that coffee shop booth. i looked around. everything was exactly the same as it has ever been, and yet, it all seemed so hauntingly unfamiliar. it was like a negative; everything was the right shape, but the wrong color... the right place, but the wrong order.
or something...
and as i glanced at the other people in the room, each one usually so different from the others, i saw absolutely nothing.
everybody was nothing, and it felt like truth.
i think i'm grying to tell myself something, but because of you i'm refusing to listen to what i have to say.
overexposed and underdeveloped, disregard me. i don't matter.
