Stranded for too long
When all that stares back at you is a blank page and a blinking cursor, And the only voice you hear in the room other than your own cursing, is the dj on the radio Talking about love problems and giving out advice and shit as if they knew everything, When you lay in bed with nothing beside you but the clothes you wore the other week, And the floor is just a sea of shoes and trash and dust and accumulated hair, When the cobwebs grow thicker and you can barely see your reflection on the smudged mirror, When luggage from the other year’s travel remains unpacked for months, And everywhere is where it used to be when it shouldn’t be there anymore When you have actually managed to make time stop… You look around you long and hard enough to realize you’re inside a fucking aquarium Located inside one big museum And you see yourself outside, staring at you inside And you ask yourself, where do you want to be? Photo Credits: http://www.petitescargot-photos.com/