Nostalgia.
Yeah.
That's the word.
The one on the
Tippy tip tip
Of my tongue.

This delicate porcelain
In my
Cupped hand
Feels cheap.

Wait, where was I going with this?
Not sure
Just
Somewhere.

A squelching noise
As I twist the lid off
Of the OK brand of
Something or other.

What was I writing about?
Nggggh...
Forgot.

The girl didn't laugh at my jokes.
Yet they were funny.
I was sure of it.

That bit of wall looks interesting,
I think I'll stare at it for an hour
Or two.

Can't you just shut up and let me think?
Now
Here I go.

You talking to yourself is better than some conversations I have.

I don't think I know what you're talking about. I'm sure the jokes were funny.

I enjoyed this.

Interesting, particularly drinking ok pop in a porcelain cup.

I wasn't really sure what I was writing about either. But I think that was what it was for. Thanks for the words.