solitary hobbies

I thought of you earlier
now it looks like it might rain
a Saturday, with no business left here
I'm struggling to finish

the things I used to be a part of
pass and I know now I must practice
no attachment to the past
and no reluctance in the present

hotels, hostels, hospitals
these are homes but for a minute

a life is somewhere inbetween
I still haven't found an entrance

I keep busy meddling in hesitation
to and from existence
ever increasing the amount
of what I've left unfinished