I felt this sense of content in a window. With a cup and without earphoned music, instead too atmospheric to be heard as a sole.
On too many occasions there were little resumes or wavers of a sunset on a beach when i dont go out 2am laughing fits wiv the fam hanging wiv his gang the other day I need to feel mundane and my voice hurts like I don't know what it is weird his eyes were travelling in a nightmare he was indoctrinated into their faces encounter without my knowledge.
I left having left too much of my paper coffee. I was gone to go away now.back to walk in streetlight orange and blue university or car lights and gangs. Smoke is guaranteed. The other kind perhaps also. If you get what I mean. You probably do if you're where I am.