He awakened at 07:30 in the
morning
and took a few seconds to stare at the
ceiling and decide why
this day too began without a
so called morning wood
Fuck the meaning of life
and whether or not we’re alone
in this vast world
He wanted to know why his dick
wouldn’t stand up in the morning like
it used to
Perhaps because it had nothing to reach
for
There was nothing to life
anymore
No wife
No girlfriend
…not that they ever existed in the first
place
but at least there was the hope
that one day maybe…
Now
in the late twenties
he felt like a fish outside the water
in a mud that was slowly hardening
around him
This was life
Working night shifts in a cold warehouse
and coming home in the
morning to sleep a few hours
Waking up and listening to another
video detailing the importance of
sleep
You should sleep eight hours a night
every night
Every single night
No exception!
Else you will suffer from severe
chemical imbalances in the brain and
body and will end up
horribly depressed and weak, anemic,
with heart problems that will
eventually lead to a
premature death
But he needed the job
He wasn’t qualified for much
else
But hey,
cops and nurses and firefighters
worked night shifts
Well,
maybe
But their work carried so much
more meaning
He sighed as he whipped the thought
away
and stood and got a
cigarette
put it in the corner of his mouth
and lit it
He came before the window
“Look,” she said. “Maybe it’s time to just
leave everything behind
and come join me.”
She grinned at him from inside the
dirty glass of the window
“I don’t know,” he said. “I can still feel it.
The spark. You never know
when it’s gonna burst
into a flame and that
flame
might become–”
“Bullshit!” she said. “You humans are so
pathetic when it comes
to this. Listen to yourself!
Sparks and hope
and sunshine, rainbows. Stop deluding
yourself. You’re twenty-eight already and you
can’t even get it up
thanks to your chronic depression. Look
at your lame self. You’re so
lame you
came to kinda love it even.”
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