Loneliness. I wake up to a silent day. Coffee and the newspaper. Somebody dead, a thousand dead, somebody won and somebody murdered. Not a flicker on my face. I fold the paper and down my coffee.
Breakfast time. TV. Silicone, murders and pop. I am so bored. I look at my watch and it tells me that there are another twelve hours to kill. I pick a book flip a page, and toss it away.
Should I kill myself ? Maybe death holds some meaning. Maybe I'd feel something then.
Lunch - Chicken. I used to enjoy eating. Now its a task. Death, pain I think again. Maybe.
Night. Dinner is on the table, but I am not interested. I sit at the table and watch my blood pool on the floor below. Interesting color. The sharp ache on my wrist has dulled to a throbbing. I am so bored. Its getting dark. Did I not turn the lights on earlier ?
Oh.
So this is it. But I feel nothing. I was supposed to feel something. Damn.
Breakfast time. TV. Silicone, murders and pop. I am so bored. I look at my watch and it tells me that there are another twelve hours to kill. I pick a book flip a page, and toss it away.
Should I kill myself ? Maybe death holds some meaning. Maybe I'd feel something then.
Lunch - Chicken. I used to enjoy eating. Now its a task. Death, pain I think again. Maybe.
Night. Dinner is on the table, but I am not interested. I sit at the table and watch my blood pool on the floor below. Interesting color. The sharp ache on my wrist has dulled to a throbbing. I am so bored. Its getting dark. Did I not turn the lights on earlier ?
Oh.
So this is it. But I feel nothing. I was supposed to feel something. Damn.
5 comments:
hell is sensory deprivation and loneliness.
I hear you brother.
It's actually worse in my case. Thanks to the dreary nature of my work I generally don't make it to the dinner part of it.
-The 'jack-off all' guy ;-)
this is fiction people. just fiction.
oh its fiction. just fiction. damn.
Ani
lol. and she shows up here.
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