turns out the early bird does catch the worm

Boredom?

There is time to

Live and die

A hundred times

Everyday.

At 9:30 am I wanted to

Blow my brains out

As I listened to the insipid

Cheerfully

Dystopian

Hold music from the bank

And at 11:00 am my cereal breathed

Life back into me

And my coffee

Had me thinking

Life was a wondrous magical land

And then I thought about

An argument from the past

That was so terrible

So heartbreaking

And everything that followed

Played like a movie in my head and

I could drink my coffee no more

And there was death again

Pushing me into a foetal position

On the carpet and such

Was the force of my tears

That I was lulled into a midday nap

Against my wishes and

When I woke

Everything felt brand new

Like a fog lifting and so

I decided to have a shower

And blasted some really good

Music as I washed all grime

And stress off my scalp and

What would you call this?

Yes. Rebirth.

But then the frustrating lack

Of clothes in my wardrobe

And the lack of scope to shop

Reminded me of the

Frustrating bank situation

The frustrating

Account situation and

You know by now

That it felt like someone was

Methodically

Chipping away layers of my sanity

And now I sit here writing this

Drinking iced coffee and eating crisps at 5 pm

And this now feels like life again to me

But do not worry,

I am no fool.

Death will come around soon enough,

I know, and I will be inflated and deflated like a

Little balloon till nightfall and

there it is-

just had an argument with mum.

Anyway, the moral of the story is

for a good birth to death ratio-

wake up early, folks.