SITTING HERE
SITTING HERE I can see shadows froms the sun hitting the pillars
SITTING HERE I can see a man drawing creations and a man pondering as he walks
SITTING HERE I can feel the bench under me making my legs go numb
SITTING HERE I think about what my day is going to consist of
SITTING HERE I smell smoke from a young woman's cigarette
SITTING HERE I should be studying but I am too busy writing a poem that makes no sense
SITTING HERE I am wondering why I would even write a peom that makes no sense, yet it makes sense to me
SITTING HERE I realize poetry makes no sense, yet it makes perfect sense
SITTING HERE I am internalizing everything that is around me.
SITTING HERE I am being me
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