I fell back into a fitful sleep on the couch.
I ate breakfast with the taste of cardboard underwhelming me.
I know that every day is different
And some of them are just going to be better spent laying in bed listening to Johnny Cash
I feel like my breakfast and all my words are just waiting to be regurgitated
Like maybe I shouldn’t have written so much about it
Talked about it so hopefully
Like I jinxed it
But I know
That’s just the darkness talking.