Alive and Me

I think no one lives. If everyone decided to eat an ice cream cone- Maybe it would be easier. Back in summer. I remember that sometimes. The next summer? Everything will be ok. I think no one is alive. I stay in my room. There’s not much to do. Except clean my room. But don’t clean it. Anyway… There’s something called night time. We shouldn’t eat pizza at night. So shaking, and hushed. I didn’t clean my bedroom. But I embraced a slice of pizza. There’s something called morning. Another morning goes by. Counting the mornings. By drawing chalk lines in my brain. I think no one lives. They just stay. In their homes. Or they leave. Their homes. I think no one lives. I left my house last week. It just seems, Fuzzy now. I think no one lives. In this apartment. But I get the bill, anyway.