Overcast and Typical

The rain drips inconsistently
Like my inconsistent tendencies and bad habits
Similar too the occasional spirit bottles which worm there way into my room

The water dripping down from the sky is a flat grey
I sleep in on Sundays
I probably think a little too much

The air is cold
I am so bitter
Or I have been most recently

My shoes are damp
I can feel the drop between myself and the rest of the world growing
My eyelids are now heavy most days