Is it you who decides if my time's well spent because I didn't leave my room today (time well spent) I could ramble on for hours if the topic fit my interest (time well spent) lately all my words are choked back down or delivered as a whisper just to compliment the silent turn
cold white sheets on my empty bed far too big of a space for the state i'm in there's nothing going on in my empty head far too small of a space for the books i've read to remain to remain