Lack of Story Within These Walls

“Why are you always dreaming?”

 

I dream because when I stop

the tap water left in my glass overnight tastes stale

the letter in my doorway is just a reminded to register to vote

bedroom floor is full of dirty socks

and undone dishes of a lonely girl

 

My footsteps echo

in the lack of story within these walls

In the mirror

I’m faced with an uninteresting protagonist

 

I dream because I have no other option

 

~

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