just lying around

sometimes you might feel somewhat like a glove or something, anything, else one can throw around, and then you'll just be lying there.

you're just lying around wondering when you'll be able to pick yourself back up. and god only knows you do not want to wait around for someone to find you and just give you a hand. after all you're a glove, you're sick of hands. and that's the whole point, isn't it? you're supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over again.

so let's say you'll lie there for a day, perhaps even for a few, but eventually (after you discover no-one really has bothered to even open the door to where you are lying) you'll gather your glove-y self and not get thrown back down for a while.

but while you're just lying around anyway; you're trying to learn something although the time when you'll be able to get up seems distant. there's supposed to be distance, without it a glove's life would simply be about getting thrown and picked up again. repetition's annoying. some day I'll throw one, or maybe not..