Too long

I know this is nothing;
words leaking out into the ether of ethernet connection
as if it matters.

But,
just maybe,
line breaks and no response
helps.

Graduated graduate
with no realistic stars to shoot for
and laughing as I wait
for them to fall on me.
                          [Right now, I'd be okay if they crushed me]

Hello, new beginning
of nothing. No assignments to keep me telling weeks apart.


I'll try to pick this back up
as something to do
         while waiting around for people living lives to want to connect
to the void of me
with no conversation or engagement with the world.

It just keeps spinning, wasting time and oxygen.