The raindrops
Hit my window
I try to sleep
They wake me up
***
As if they say:
"Get up, son"
"Do something with yourself"
"Do not drown in despair"
***
I look at the street
In front of the building
The cars come and go
Like worker ants
***
Today I will not think
About love
Today I will become
Selfish
***
I wait at the window
Like my grandmother, once upon a time
But what do I wait for
I do not know
***
The black pen
Scratches the white notebook
And continutes writing
As if without my awareness
***
The hot coffee
Pierces my nostrils
With its attractive
Aroma
***
"Another day has gone"
I say to myself
But what day?
It's not even noon!
***
As if I know
That I will waste my day
But I am happy because
It's the first time I don't write about love
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Livia Caci
dramatic autistic lesbian
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