The Setup

I clear my couch, "Why do I want to?"
Dim my blinds, "Because I am sad."
Go for my headphones, "Why am I sad?"
Find a cloth, "Am I even sad?"
Shuffle towards the place, "Is it my studying or no porn that has cleared the brain fog?"
Hand atop my laptop, "It's the study."
Screen clicks on, "What if it isn't?"
Lay back, "Is it worth finding out if you're wrong?"

Incognito. "I probably am."

 

I was wrong.

 

It's sad, I feel sad.