Current Residence: Renton, Washington
Favourite genre of music: Many
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Burnt ToastIn the early hours of the morning,Burnt Toast by IsolatedInsomniac
The human brain, which should apparently still be asleep.
Cannot properly calculate the trajectory of a burnt peice of toast.
And as the blackened husk sits on the edge of the recycling,
Where it landed instead of the trash,
I think "Atleast I wouldn't have been able to do that If I tried."
And then I think about the day ahead,
And I imagine that everyday could be like what is to come.
Seperated from most of my friends I would have talked too,
Most of these hours spent silent.
And with the linger of sleep still clawing at my mind,
I wonder what I'm going to do to occupy my time in between the bus ride to school,
And the bus ride back.
And I decided I will write this.
And as each hour is spent, there is always small grains off time from the hourglass wasted without action.
I would most likely talk in between the menial tasks we are given,
But due to the circumstances, I spend it writing.
So here I am. My life being wasted an hour at a time,
Which I cou