I listen to the clock tick away in between songs; sitting on our couch, I still can't believe we bought it despite the early 90's color palette. I did the dishes tonight, my hands hurt from the rugged water and the cheap soap we have to buy. Choosing not to sweep tonight is fine - I will sit. I will wait on you and think of this life we created.
7 million miles away, people are dying and wars are breaking the human race, but here, in our hazy home, our life moves on anyways.