6 days to sunday

dear paper i've been far from you and close to myself

but today i fail to recognize myself

i hurt and i got hurt

comfort is a hell of a thing

comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable

in my comfort zone i am disturbed

and when i'm disturbed comfort doesn't arrive

well it does, 6 days to sunday,

summer versus winter,

it's many months until may.

and the snow, how does snow feel?

stranger to my body,

strange ways lead to my body,

and i,

today,

the needle grinds at the vinyl,

hole grows wider,

senses go lighter,

there you go,

bye there