Like sad but not sad enough.
Like attention seeking.
Like “I dunno, man. Most days she seems fine.”
Like laziness and irritation.
Like anxiety but not full blown panic.
Like not being able to get out of bed for three days
but hey, what’s three days?
Like never actually writing out the notes,
just memorizing the lines.
Like it’s more of a river and not an ocean
but as far as I’m concerned
you can drown in either one.