måndag 20 juni 2011

Sorrow is the only child

05:50 The alarm goes off. Press snooze. What was that dream about? I haven't thought of you in years. Twist and turn under the covers. The cold outside causes a shiver down my spine. I just want to sleep. Close my eyes, the alarm goes off again. Damn it! Get up, get dressed. Shove down make-up and breakfast in a bag. Run to the bus.

06:58 Catch the train. Sit down by the window. Put make-up on. See people staring, read their thoughts. "Poor girl. She overslept and now she's making a fool of herself on the train." Have breakfast. Read the paper. "Stalkers cannot be stopped by prohibitations." Wow... Issues.

07:55 Just in time for work. "Good morning! :)" No actually, it has not been a very good morning. "Good morning. Hope I'm not late." Sit down, start working. Take a break. Have tea. Work some more. Have some more tea.

16:55 Prepare for the 70 minute long way home. Turn on your iPod. Switch off your senses. Whatever.

20:15 Take a walk. Smoke 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 cigarettes in a row. Feel nothing. Sit down and watch people. Notice an older, bald man. Wonder if he has cancer. Or if he's ever raped a woman. Or if he has children. Wonder how old they are. If they know what he's doing this very moment. Wonder if he feels lonely. We all feel lonely.

21:50 Walk back home. Brush teeth. Fall asleep. Dream about freedom. And you.

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