Netashi

Complex Simplicity

Sticky fingers (not sticky keys)

Crave - A powerful feeling of desiring something 

• I blink once and I am born and I blink again and im near the end

I am filled with youth but rotting like fruit my skin turns into sand 

• I believe therefore I am but I am solely a speck of dust on a rock

I live to exist and to accomplish my desires before my clock stops 

• I  sit on my chair in front of my desk 

Yearning for productivity to relieve me from stress 

• I eat an apple and my body absorbs its essence 

It fuels my mind and readies itself for the present 

• Alas my mind has been struck by inspiration and begins to form 

Forms into words that drip through my fingers that turn them warm 

• Every stroke and every press of the key 

Will add to my core slowly but surely 

• Before I go to sleep or take a nap after making a poem I adore

I use the bathroom and then get a bite to eat then spill ranch on my floor