Wrapped.

I actually have the urge to
Blog
And
Blog
And
Blog
And
Blog
Until the end of time.

I don't want to go out in this weather
Just to sit around and watch a movie I don't want to watch.
Or pretend to like coffee and the people I just met
And pretend to enjoy their conversation
While dreaming of another place, another time.
Of other things.

That's not.
What.
I
Want.

No. There's only one thing I want right now.
Guess.