standing on T.V's

the time is going so slow.
boxes are full and so is my tummy.
plastic bags for picking up littler clutter the room.
paper is shredding in the background.
pink lipstick on my pillowcase, half on my face.
paper cuts cover my hands.
baskets full of dirty pants.
hoodies are damp from the rain, and so is my hair.
how can people miss this?
how can YOU miss this?

we're all living just to breath.
we're all breathing just to live.
we're all blinking so we can miss an awkward silence.

and we're all walking because we're nervous.
can you keep up?
are you ahead, or just a corpse straggling behind?
can you laugh without smiling?
can you kiss without your lipstick?

can we survive?
only time will tell.