i step in puddles and i don't care.

i step in puddles and i don't care

how wet my feet get.

i fell asleep at 9pm

while i was still at work.

no one notices the water in my shoes.

one time i whispered, "i want to go home,"

while already lying in bed.

"but you are home," was the response.

i knew, but she didn't

know how sincere i was.

i want to cry so badly that i laugh.

i want to sleep so badly that i lie awake all night.

i strain my ears and try to hear

but the suburbs are quiet all the time.

and when i open my eyes in the morning,

i see walls and not a window of blue sky.