a friday in october
of the eighteenth year of my life
with a computer running on low battery
a back hurting from i dont know what
and an over-all feeling of discomfort
and confusion
and despair
and happiness
and everything
and just
all at the same time
fridays are recurring and so are these feelings
there will always be fridays and there will always be a confused sofia
who is never certain about anything at all
/happy friday to you
