middle of the night, just to roll over and lay there.

too much on my mind, i guess. but it seems like i'm not thinking about anything, not until someone talks to me and asks me my opinion or i'm forced into a position of action.

i wake up with songs in my head.

i walk around my room with a lyric in my head.

picking up a towel, moving into the bathroom.

my mornings are quiet, otherwise.

the cat doesn't meow when she sees me, the dog's tail quietly thumps when i pass my roommates room.

there's so much to be thinking about, so much to be getting over and letting go and forgiving and forgetting.

but i'm not doing any of it.

instead i just walk around.

turning the shower on.

washing.

leaving.