Fibonacci

rising?

spiralling

never stopping

eyes- heavy, drooping

seducing the time ticking by

curtains tanning as they don too much shade

wooden chrome desks breathe in your whispers, red reflections peek into your eyes

words scribble and tug as they fight to push the bookmark off the hard bound book, your fate floats on doodles

sun sets on the horizon marked with the margins of your half torn notepad, car lights bounce through the window and onto your ceiling, stars disappearing into air fail to shine for you sometimes

a black pen taps a cup of coffee brewed with hopes of smiles stretched wider with grander titles, but your shoulders know that they only weigh you down. the brown stain confines you in its own ‘circle of life’ - nature has patterns ingrained, but your life is twisting into a different ratio, not so golden.