World in one Room

Sitting

music is playing low

half-finished pantings

guitar across the bed

lyrics and thoughts

scribbled down 

on the first tangible surface

even the table

it used to be worth money

but now it's worth more.

books strewn about

an overnight bag stuffed with clothes

I'm alone, smiling as I realize

I'm glad you bailed tonight

This is my life.

Not school

Not college

Not my 9 to 5

Not friends

Not family

This.