woke up on the bench again, all my friends are posting about their promotions while i spend the day pretending to be busy at the coffee shop like it matters. feeling that weight of my empty apartment as i scroll through their successes, even the guy i went to high school with is opening a gallery now.
so i walk into this nursing home every day feeling like an imposter, like i'm here to fix a glitch, but my mom just greets the nurse and not me, calls me the stranger who abandoned her. it’s funny, really, how i once felt like i was building futures in silicon valley and now i'm just trying to remind her who i am while she probably thinks i'm just another care package that never got opened.
scrolling through my contacts and it feels like a ghost town, seriously nobody to call and i miss the days when things were just simple and bright, now everything is quiet and dark, yaar, matlab samjho na.
scrolling through my contacts and it feels like a ghost town, seriously nobody to call and i miss the days when things were just simple and bright, now everything is quiet and dark, yaar, matlab samjho na.
i swear every single time i take the bus there’s this one guy who just has to stand by the door and talk about absolutely nothing for the whole ride, like i cannot deal with the noise and the same pointless story over and over, and it feels like a black hole of time and patience that just sucks all my energy away, ugh.