fingers fly over piano keys from the upstairs apartment,

the notes reach my ear

i am currently sitting in my bedroom

entirely alone,

I am not sure if i have made the correct decision,

I am not sure if i can recover from this,

I am not sure what to do and the only this that is certain is that i am to weak to speak,

to discuss it when anyone who might, truly care,

yesterday so boastful,

surrounded by friends and pizza,

today the bitter wind,

has blown across the lake and straight into my bones,

my heart,

i am cold in every sense of the word. 

I do not want to move,

i do not want to walk to work and force a smile on my face,

i do not want to do anything

bleh