| Words of knowledge are eager enough to share. We both noticed as voices accelerated. I'm glad we met since this life's time zone contains nothing but ignorance. I wish for more food. Food for thought. Although I am thankful for this new point of view, I doubt my future plans. I want to make changes. Drowsy contemplation comes in, as I do not dare to sleep, for I want to be sure of what my future holds. I'm not scared to be left without a clue, for it'll give me a chance to dare my improvisation. Will I aim for the sun or will these grey squares keep me warm? I look at their suits and wonder, will I ever live such a dull life? It's night outside. Skies are blackened, not only by smoke. I don't want to turn on the lights, for it'll give me a feeling of artificially turning back time. And it's dark outside, so I just leave nature the way it is and just adjust to darkness. But do I really want to spend my life like this? Water keeps dripping from the tap and I can smell the bleach that they use to clean the floors. I'm irritated. Highly frustrated by this forced rush through life. I'm leaving this place. Now. Will I return? Not in a million years. Can it be that I'm just lonely? Hardly considerable. Isn't it strange that we are all so immensely alone, because they are all so immensely together? I feel left out and I would love to run away with others' light-hearted lovers and I would leave mine if I knew for sure that he did not love me. And if it didn't sound so vulgar, I'd say we are safe, only when parted from them... |
