A dark night
November 20, 2016 at 5:09 pm
(This post was last modified: November 20, 2016 at 5:12 pm by WinterHold.)
It begins with a wake up, the kind that sends a fully grown human down the bed, the mind doesn't think about anything important though, but instead think about the burning feeling humanity calls "piss", the noisy feeling the head demands a cup of coffee, a thought cutting its way through in the middle of the piss, so it takes control, and so it comes to be.
The kitchen is the next stop, the boiler must be filled with water; it has a removable top; after it is filled, a suitable next step would be to pick up a spoon,then open the coffee pack, but ignore the stupid brand and just remember to stick to brand you know, stuff you tried once and liked, adventure with coffee brands is a very dangerous act; you can easily end up with a lousy brand that tastes like muddy sand.
Then, the laptop provides good news to read, stuff that nobody needs, who cares about what Kim used to feed her kids, or how a random him bleeds, or the type of bombs Russia throws on Syrian civilians and the everyday headline that states, how certain celebrities used to breed?
Whatever makes you make it through the coffee cup. Oh yes, it's 2016, after two years there's a world cup, in soccer, a lot of fun this sport can offer, but it's becoming boring day after day, personally I lost interest in it since my diagnosis, running make me suffer; that's why.
After amazing news and coffee, comes the challenge of staying busy until the night. A duty so hard it makes the body sore and tired; not ready and tired, so lazy and you guessed it right: tired.
The night begins. So dark, there is no light, not even the slightest spark, voices of madness climb the mind, directing the sight of invisible demons towards the heart; so they begin eating it; eating every part, you search for a cover but all you find, a dark cold hole that cover itself but not what's inside. You already tried with every card, but nothing worked, instead though, you draw a chart, with all the ink you gathered from misery; grief and silence.
The silence though is another story. But it also ends with a chewed human, with demonic teeth marks.
The kitchen is the next stop, the boiler must be filled with water; it has a removable top; after it is filled, a suitable next step would be to pick up a spoon,then open the coffee pack, but ignore the stupid brand and just remember to stick to brand you know, stuff you tried once and liked, adventure with coffee brands is a very dangerous act; you can easily end up with a lousy brand that tastes like muddy sand.
Then, the laptop provides good news to read, stuff that nobody needs, who cares about what Kim used to feed her kids, or how a random him bleeds, or the type of bombs Russia throws on Syrian civilians and the everyday headline that states, how certain celebrities used to breed?
Whatever makes you make it through the coffee cup. Oh yes, it's 2016, after two years there's a world cup, in soccer, a lot of fun this sport can offer, but it's becoming boring day after day, personally I lost interest in it since my diagnosis, running make me suffer; that's why.
After amazing news and coffee, comes the challenge of staying busy until the night. A duty so hard it makes the body sore and tired; not ready and tired, so lazy and you guessed it right: tired.
The night begins. So dark, there is no light, not even the slightest spark, voices of madness climb the mind, directing the sight of invisible demons towards the heart; so they begin eating it; eating every part, you search for a cover but all you find, a dark cold hole that cover itself but not what's inside. You already tried with every card, but nothing worked, instead though, you draw a chart, with all the ink you gathered from misery; grief and silence.
The silence though is another story. But it also ends with a chewed human, with demonic teeth marks.
