confined space

   
   
   
    this confined space; difficult to believe there's a better place; takeout of some sort, with maybe some lemonade; deep sleeps-if lucky one won't wake because....  
   
   
    to meet and greet someone-why must it feel that it's going out of the way; that it would greatly raise the stakes; would make one have to sport a smile that's moreso fake....  
   
   
one procrastinates.... why must it feel like pulling teeth is what it takes; while somewhat bracing for mistakes....  
   
   
the more one waits-the more one feels it's far too late.... one's clutching tight one's mental state; not looking forward towards the day; that's why this space is always pillows, sheets, and shade....  
   
   
this doesn't feel that great to say.... but it's the truth to one's life.... like.... the color grey