nummer femtiosex

out of coffee, again, the glass is next to me. a brown circle in the middle, it will soon dry out, feel empty without its water. I'm listening to cassadaga, it was such a long time ago. the messages on my phone thrills me. I even like how it feels like it's taking forever. I'll be on the train tomorrow, bet the days either's gonna fly away, or crawl like a snail before I'm on it.