background noise

can’t wake up without

pixels shouting at my eyes

to stay open

can’t go out unless

i force my feet into

shoes too small

can’t think for a second

noise in the background

familiar voices sharing jokes

i’ve heard before

sore thumbs from the

endless plane of colors

and people selling me

they’re silly perfect lives

i tried to read the symbols

in an old book but my eyes

don’t remember what they mean