Thoughts on the early morning of 9/12/20
I live in a cheap New York apartment, currently calling myself a professional artist
I don't usually go out, I'm too busy working, or just enjoying the silence within my cozy humble abode
And nearly everyday, except Sunday of course, I see a group of nuns, early in the morning walk along the sidewalk that's outside my window
I wish I knew what it is that they do
I've tried coming up with logical answers, answers as to where and why'd they be going somewhere so early in the morning
For nobody is awake
What is it that they do?
It's probably something of little significance, especially in regards to my personal being
But I still wonder
It's interesting, seeing those nuns walking nearly every morning, except Sunday of course, gives me a certain indescribable feeling
A feeling of nostalgia almost, a time long gone, that never occurred
But anyways
I can't seem to recall the last time I spoke with anyone close to me
My friends have become acquaintances
My family, distant
But I don't seem to mind, at least, I think I don't mind
...I hope I don't mind...
Perhaps I should give an old friend a call
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Thoughts on the early morning of 9/12/20
I live in a cheap New York apartment, currently calling myself a professional artist
I don't usually go out, I'm too busy working, or just enjoying the silence within my cozy humble abode
And nearly everyday, except Sunday of course, I see a group of nuns, early in the morning walk along the sidewalk that's outside my window
I wish I knew what it is that they do
I've tried coming up with logical answers, answers as to where and why'd they be going somewhere so early in the morning
For nobody is awake
What is it that they do?
It's probably something of little significance, especially in regards to my personal being
But I still wonder
It's interesting, seeing those nuns walking nearly every morning, except Sunday of course, gives me a certain indescribable feeling
A feeling of nostalgia almost, a time long gone, that never occurred
But anyways
I can't seem to recall the last time I spoke with anyone close to me
My friends have become acquaintances
My family, distant
But I don't seem to mind, at least, I think I don't mind
...I hope I don't mind...
Perhaps I should give an old friend a call
I live in a cheap New York apartment, currently calling myself a professional artist
I don't usually go out, I'm too busy working, or just enjoying the silence within my cozy humble abode
And nearly everyday, except Sunday of course, I see a group of nuns, early in the morning walk along the sidewalk that's outside my window
I wish I knew what it is that they do
I've tried coming up with logical answers, answers as to where and why'd they be going somewhere so early in the morning
For nobody is awake
What is it that they do?
It's probably something of little significance, especially in regards to my personal being
But I still wonder
It's interesting, seeing those nuns walking nearly every morning, except Sunday of course, gives me a certain indescribable feeling
A feeling of nostalgia almost, a time long gone, that never occurred
But anyways
I can't seem to recall the last time I spoke with anyone close to me
My friends have become acquaintances
My family, distant
But I don't seem to mind, at least, I think I don't mind
...I hope I don't mind...
Perhaps I should give an old friend a call
Writer: Alix Heffron
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