disoriented—

that’s what you are. waking up with the stars, you think time has gone far— comprehension went out and said, “au revoir,” leaving you alone at an ungodly hour

disoriented— that’s what we become when you press to call just to get some food that’s already out ready, you only need to come outside, it’s ready yet you don’t, and become glum

disoriented— that’s what these phrases have become, trying to come to its senses there really is no point in saying all these sentences it’s only a matter of time before it ends