All around, back & forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.
I'm used to it now, I must reek of it.
The density of the air was tangible today, it was way
Too heavy for me.
I woke up an hour earlier, I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do, but most definitely won't, during this loose
Hour. another day, predictably mundane, another scratch on the surface of the 7" ep, that is my life... it keeps on bouncing!
(all around, back & forth)
My "columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with rich flavor" coffee.
Expensively tasted like sewer water today. the "normal & subtle" sour taste
Couldn't be sweeten at all, no matter how I sugared it.
How many times have I wondered if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth? and once
Again (and as always), I'm having a delightful conversation.
With the refrigerator by my side, he's always complaining, I'm used to his point of
View now, his constant mumbling... drastically sarcastic, almost as bitter
As my coffee.
He seems to have an opinion about everything? an instant
Passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense.
Ah, there it is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley.
Down there, an ant-like man is
Wandering , nervously looking all around, back & forth. and once the tension is gone, sure that nobody's there
(Unaware that he's being stared at)
Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself in order to piss his way through my alley.
I am almost has relieved as he, once he's finished, but
For obvious different reasons. happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled.
I think I'll go back to sleep.
(Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?)
