Rain has this effect of me

The leaves outside my window are wet

These Cheerios sound like Rice Crispies

I've been waiting aimlessly for some sleep

It's cold

This bittersweet life

Can only turn into whatever we put into it

Right now

What I've put into it is a lazy bum on the couch

Some days seem pointless

You put nothing into them

And consequently

Get nothing out of them

But occasionally

It's nice to sit

Watching the wet branches

Get crushed and swayed by the rain

The black and white picture

There is a face that stares at me

From a screen

And I wish it was here

Staring at me

From close up

And wishing

For a glimpse of reality

Like this

Now and then

We all want different things

In the end

The same thing

But in the mean time

We all want different things

For but a moment

The different thing
I want

Is someone

To stand in front

In front of the screen

And tell me not to look

Anymore

But to see

See you

In front of me