revolving doors.

too often do i wake up with questions.
checking my phone for texts, each time the alarm goes off.
looking a second time, three times in a row, wanting someone to have tried to communicate.
i barely watch the clock change from 7:52 to 7:53.
i stand and balance.. my first thought, to dress and wipe off yesterdays mascara that has settled under my eyes. im similar to a raccoon.
throw on a variation of a typical outfit, put a beanie on to contain the messy curls.
upon putting in contacts, my eyes turn red and burn. they water as the pupils grow smaller as i become more awake.
i am mostly thoughtless at this hour, only room for what pertains.

im in a daze. i looked cracked out and absent.
im falling asleep between the periods and the new letters..


we never have it all together...