in the concluding spirit of my winter break's end,
my mother yells at me:

"YOU BETTER GET GOOD GRADES,
NO MORE SLEEPING LATE NIGHT LIKE THIS,
NO MORE GOING OUTSIDE"

what this means, i have yet to see.
i suppose it's not anything good,
but who am i to be the judge of that?

i think that if lived on my own,
i'd sit on the couch all day,
completely spaced out.
braindead.
comatose.
catatonic.
'doing nothing' is one of my most favorite things in the world.
maybe some of you couldn't see yourself living that way,
but i find it second nature to breathing.