:: Passive ::
I usually leave my room light off until maybe 8 or 9 in the p.m., just to watch the world turn dark.
This evening the darkness came pretty early, and, much to my dismay, added a whole lot of gloom to the day's already felt melancholy.
In the dark i kept watching the headlights from passing cars arch into the corners of my ceiling. Strangely enough to me they looked like wails from distant lands.
I wanted to speak to them, but much like everything else in life - they went away at the slightest movement i made.
So i stood up to chase the yellow ghosts and i looked out the window. It felt strangely quiet, like a cliche scene from a zombie movie. Where are all the people coming home from work ? Where are the kids coming home from school ?
That moment felt too real to me.
For some reason in that moment it dawned upon me that... the estrangement i felt was in fact, becoming a reality.
spoken. at 11:22 PM
I usually leave my room light off until maybe 8 or 9 in the p.m., just to watch the world turn dark.
This evening the darkness came pretty early, and, much to my dismay, added a whole lot of gloom to the day's already felt melancholy.
In the dark i kept watching the headlights from passing cars arch into the corners of my ceiling. Strangely enough to me they looked like wails from distant lands.
I wanted to speak to them, but much like everything else in life - they went away at the slightest movement i made.
So i stood up to chase the yellow ghosts and i looked out the window. It felt strangely quiet, like a cliche scene from a zombie movie. Where are all the people coming home from work ? Where are the kids coming home from school ?
That moment felt too real to me.
For some reason in that moment it dawned upon me that... the estrangement i felt was in fact, becoming a reality.
spoken. at 11:22 PM
