Days like this are the worst. Days where I stumble around In states of undress; Listlessness has made me hot. Days like this I wish I’d taken up smoking. At least it would give me Something to do With my hands, My mouth, My lungs, Least the Devil Seeks to employ me With his other idle souls, While I wait For the universe, Fate, Destiny, To figure out what to do with me… Days like this are the worst.
Writer, Learner, Jane of All Trades