Here I sit

Here I sit, a marker car soars across the windows, the leaves lay unprotected my the snow, the wind once again can torment them, artwork hangs over my head, a soft leather sofa cushions my soar back, I wait for the phone to rang, the clock slowly clicks away unheard but overly felt, in a moment a bird catches my eye, when in focus I see a leaf dancing on the ground, my hands are chilled, my hair is clean, my shoes changed from blue to purple to day, I have clothe dye splattered across my face, my coat is red, I have gone from the outside to the inside, the next step would be to became profound, I take a moment in meditation, my mind blank, my eyes looking at nothing, I do not want to dive into the deeper pool, it is much earlier to describe the surface, I am not tired, my eyes are sour, I have to scan in some artwork, I am waiting for a call, I am waiting for an instant message, I am thinking about sending an e-mail. Yes that is what I will do!