you're a lonely person right?

suddenly it all made sense.

well i am folding my clothes alone

in the wee hours of sunday morning.

refusing to go home.

for going home takes a long time.

and there aint many things to do at home either.

i just work and work.

and work.

but

is there anything else left

besides working?

you have to work right?

i guess it all just makes sense.

this is how it is

now i guess?

we all got to do what we all got to do.

everything else can wait.

but then again

don't take a drunk person's words to heart.

why would i even care?

but then again again

drunken words are sober thoughts.

it's just

my lil' thing of life.