silently there

bullets of sunshines
   piercing through my dusty window
there a cat at my side
    and a desert in my mouth
      it feels chilly
   winter is slowly slipping in with each waining fall day

as i shake my age and my dreams
i walk to the mirror
     watch myself wash my face and brush my teeth
   i can hear my neighbors through the wall

    talking
        something about hand sanitizer
   i chuckle
       stumble over a cat
            inch my way to the kitchen throw on a pot for tea

         check my empty fridge to see if anything has magically grown in my fridge
chuckle some more
   its funny how a mans fridge can sometimes read like his biography
nothing like some cold emptiness to depress the day