I was sleepy when I was on the couch. Watched 10 minutes of news, this being my allotted time for the next two weeks.
The world’s a shit show you know?
I get to my room, and now, guess who’s not tired?
And guess who is thinking about you when I should be thinking of other things? Yet you’re here again in thoughts.
But you are always there. My distraction.
I lose my focus, but then again you are my focus.
I’m not going to do this tonight.