Wednesday, May 13, 2009

We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore.

It is a strange and tainted morning. My face is still swollen and sore from the unknown cause of impact. Most likely a fist. I feel as if I have fallen down a flight of stairs or two. The soft morning light turns to a harsh overload of uv rays to remind me I have to hurry. Have to get ready. Have to leave my house for another pointless day of social interaction.

This roads leads to emptyness and nothing more than that.

I wait.

Now it is nothing more than a cold, surreal night.

Time stands still and I stand alone. Alone in our garden, filled with roses growing through the branches of hollow trees. The garden with the pool. That pretty pool with the leaves floating on the water. The sun wont rise and it wont set either. Nothing could put the solar system back the way it was suppost to work. When time fails to separate events, time fails to exist at all.
I fail to exist.

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