Signs of Life

Fabric containing my life
shows just how dismal life can be.
A notebook that contains
the essence of my creativity,
multiple reciepts
constantly reminding me
of the lack of funds I seem to live on,
which isn't that hard
considering maintaining my state of homeostasis
only requires coffee, food, and nicotine;
of which, all three
riddle my bad through
empty cigarette packs,
a sandwich wrapper,
and a starbucks sleeve.
These things just show me
how sad a simplistic life can seem.
But what does it matter
how one gets along and through the day
while others exist who
throw their lives away.
So maybe my bag doesn't cry for pity,
but serves as a hidden advertisement
of how life should be.