Mindless

If I am to believe in 

Anything

Theses days it would be

Cubes of chainmaille

Sweats in the summer 

Because they’re soft

Refrigerator ice and sun steeped tea

Nothing else feels right

I didn’t leave the house today

Could have spent the whole time sleeping

Mindlessly lying on the couch instead

I hope to come alive again but

It is not clear yet how