Anvers

Anvers, yes we meet again. My friends; I’m sorry. I know I’ve been the worst neighbore. But to be honest I just want to remain in bed. I slept for so long I forgot what it’s like to wake up. Modern life has taking it’s toll on me. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty days old feeling like a newborn. In a mad world filled with strangers it gets pretty fucking absurd that in a city of almost half a million you could still feel so lonesome. The hermit on the upper floor is always shaking hands with shaking hands. Pupils dilated, eyes set for the front door. What are you doing here? Endless pondering. Days spent wandering. I forgot myself on the back of a bus. My mind is flowing empty as the classrooms that I used to attend. I need a head clear. I need to step away from me. Anvers is my asylum. Don’t ask me if I’m okay ‘cause I feel like shit. And if no-one likes a liar than why is sincerity still considered a sin?