pastfuture

the routine for these days includes:

losing my phone at least 4-5 times a day

in this not-so-enormous house,

getting my throat stepped on by mint

whenever i lie down next to her

and she decides climbing on me is fun,

running on the asphalt

instead of the sidewalk to passively

annoy my mom (passive because she doesn't know),

and more or less counting down

these ho-hum days until i can get my license

and i can start living my real life.

until then, i'll just stare at my spiderman

and stormtrooper bobble heads

while browsing through just about

every single .jpeg posted on the internet

and blissfully turning into a bluish plant.

stop me if you've heard this one.