And Really Not Bothered

Nothing to say. 

Been this way for days. 

Under the sun and moon

rays. 

Days flow into nights.  

And never the need to 

even write. 

Or call. 

All I feel to do is yawn. 

Too tired. 

And really not bothered. 

Looking back into the sea.

Happy with just me. 

Nothing to say. 

Not today. 

And not yesterday. 

Tomorrow may come. 

If so I will follow the sun. 

But as of now my 

talking is done. 

Elsewhere is where I 

will be 

having fun. 

Nothing to say. 

Nothing to write. 

And I bet I will feel 

the same way 2nite.