the same routine
im missing you @ 8:32 p.m. on 2003-01-26
I'm sitting here...losing myself in words that are my world...the faint tapping of my fingers get louder...or the silence gets softer. I'm not sure.
The television in the living room plays loudly. It's almost as if two old foggies are sitting in front of it...Oh wait!...They ar...uhhh...
"Is the door down?", my dad says to Ann.
It's the same thing, night-after-night.
One of them forgets who put the garage door down and if they even did. And I yell "I'll get it!!" from here...
here...where silence is piercing, my fingers fiercing.