Just another day

Just another day came to morning, and the night fell into circle. It is a slow wind flying away of the bricks lay across the dirt. It’s quite and I shall stare until I pierce the truth. My hairs are tangled, some dead and some cursed. There is no time for care. I sway my head left and right, feeling the confusion of empty seconds. I can hear the breathes of me, the long line ticking forth not waiting for my command to start again. I am in a state of nothing, stuck in a warp of vapor. Like a robot, I have become fixed. I defaulted into the fill and line.

I remove the load of heavy carbon, release back into nothing and the pattern continues. My human emotion is held, a hostage of the nothing. I wipe my forehead, and rub thinking I will wake from the nothing and realise I am here in this moment of now and I am happy. But it was not the case, I felt nothing. My eyes are bold, yet blank, staring into the wall, waiting for it to crash down on me, break the cycle. I look up and down, the same image comes before me, an earth green living the atoms of it’s line. And there again, I realeased again, an ion. The lights are dimming, communicating a flickr of thought. A thought dying down, struggling to breathe, suffocating, paining, dead. The room is a space of nothing, holding me, I am captured by nothing. I don’t speak, I don’t make a sound, I look, and with that I kill.