Another Chapter In This World
September 26th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Sometimes I am boldly reminded why some days are like this one: again in this same spot, the same routine. A technically bland existence experiencing another passing day. I read a few more chapters while I sit in this room. I’m worried about who isn’t going to return my calls this week while it passes into the next. Though it doesn’t really matter since I am finally getting used to this mess I’ve made for myself.
I sit in this empty abyss of a room, still and stark. A few more chapters in a book I relate to, a book I call Life. I can escape from the truths and reality surrounding me. Putting this so called life I’ve made for myself on hold. I try to feel at home here, sitting with my back against the wall and taking deep breaths. I want someone to ask me how my day has gone. Instead I go right into this huge vacant space and I’m left alone in a time of silence.
A need for sound. Anything to block these thoughts of nothingness. Another chapter and I can escape into something that does not seem so far away or timeless. I need to speak my words to anyone who will listen. Yet no one is around to hear my voice. So here I sit, closed tightly in this colorless space. I make connections with the characters on the pages, trying to put myself in their own small world. A change of position and finally a familiar feeling of contentment arises.
