It’s nice to not need anything
To sit softly in the hangover haze
slow and fuzzy
happenings around me
Nothing needs me
to work
I am not needed
Sinking into the scene-ry
I could vanish at any moment.
Fading in my observing
Someone else watches, as I sit
here
Showing them the sweet mundanities of life
It’s continued attempt to exist
Do we laugh?
Brushing past the living
It’s nice not to be trying.