5:07 am . moss
i'm eating olives & toast
in the night which
masquerades
as morning.

the neighbours have forgotten to
turn off their garden lantern.
or maybe they forgot to come home.

i spend my money on silly things,
on junk from op shops, on food
that does not satisfy.

dreaming is for those who sleep.
wishing is for those who don't.

nostalgia . uncertainty