Thursday, January 2, 2014


My apartment still feels more like a hotel room than home
and my hands feel like someone elses'
I walk through my days consumed by consumption
While time passes me by instead
I could be spending my life with purpose
There could be more than this
But instead
I sleep through it
Snooze the possibilities
and hide from the goodness
In each day
If I'd just take a moment
To stop the distraction
and listen
The silence is deafening when you stop moving.

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