is it

the saddest state
to be sick on the only beautiful day
in a month?
am i losing my mind because i can't
keep track of the days or months?
is there something in my brain that tells me
i need to put off all the important shit in my
life so i can walk around with no purpose for
3 hours on a tuesday night?
if this is crazy than i am happy.
if this is loneliness than i am content.
if this is true than i am the saddest creature to walk the earth.