Silence and the laptop van humming... Duskiness - already not a day and not a night yet. Broken pieces of incomplete thoughts wound with their sharp edges causing blunt pain in your chest and head. Tears want to fall but fail.
Solitude soaks you in and you feel helpless and hopeless, useless and pointless, less and less. Through the narrow straws stuck with dirt of pity for yourself and disgust, dim light of memories is streaming scarcely: of how it can be different...
Instinct of self-preservation makes you want to dive out from this jelly liquid of imaginary misery seeking a hand of salvation.
Sinking yourself and pulling out, good balance, but on the wrong level.
Giving up - save me!
Nobody to hear. Silence and humming...
