Thursday, December 9, 2010

What Wonders

Dark. I can't see. Why can't I see? This world is simply nothing...What's this? The light, it burns. Reality hurts, so I shift in my bed to compensate. Yet, inevitably, I walk over to the counter for some cereal. Outside looks odd, murky, gloomy, actually it looks terrible. Sigh, I have to go out again, they want me to for what good is doing anything without a purpose?
I've noticed someone strange, however, I do not consider him a threat in anyway. He is just kinda strange, that magician guy. Its been a long time since I've heard the word magic. Well, it doesn't exist. Don't people recognize that cold, hard logic is a real description of how things work. As I study his behavior, I'm not quite sure he doesn't notice me. If he doesn't, someone is. I need to hide again. No time, I have to move. Stop thinking, react. Why can't I stop thinking? Up ten steps, down 5 steps, up 12 steps, down 6 steps, up 9 steps, and down 5 steps. Nothing really matters. I'll take a walk.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

More Staring

Staring. Listening. Watching. My attire suits my surroundings; I blend in with the dark, gloomy neighborhood. Loud booming from afar warns of the coming rain. Should I go back for a raincoat? No, wandering requires nought. There is a man, however, that catches my attention. He runs as if he is an immovable force. Yet as he is running up Calloway, a bus turns onto Calloway. The implications of this action is that the man really isn't a movable force. Strange to think that life is so esily taken. As the man just lies on the ground, an ambulance comes asking for witnesses. Witnesses are only good if they are found. The cemetary is a good place to go. It has been a long time since I checked up on the number of graves. 52 days and 6 hours I believe. No, that is wrong. I was never good with time. Quiet seems inescapable here. I notice rows of graves. Other than the new ones, one thing stands out; a man is on a stone. Is he a new number? Observing him up close reveals a terrible odor. Yep, dead. Another one bites the dust.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Dinner

Milk and a peanut butter sandwich are a filling dinner. The sandwich constitutes for 400 calories, give or take, and the milk was a good 120. One man can always find things to keep himself busy in a town like this. Somehow, I can hear this drone in my room. It isn't me. I'm not crazy, I can tell if I'm crazy. It must be something else. The sound is much louder out of my room. It seems to be coming from outside. I go outside to discover the source. It is only another resident of the apartment. She seems very odd with her bronze device and the sound it makes is interesting to say the least. I can feel my body vibrate with the sound it makes. Odd. Such a sound would have to have a force, much like high pitch noises being able to break glass. Though the chances of her device causing this reaction seems to be slim because of the variation of the type of sound. I walk down Calloway to get away from the strange thought of sound. I see an apple tree in the park. Apples are good. They are 58 calories each.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

What To Do

There are fifty-three ceiling tiles. There are ten steps per floor. That's eighty steps to get to ground level. I walk outside to see everything is quiet. Maybe it's quiet because its dark today. People don't seem to like these sort of days. I go to the fountain because it's nice to to rest there on a cool day. I've learned that it's ok to stand by the fountain. Cars don't typically past through here so the danger is low. I leave my rest and go to the grocery store, it's been a while since I bought food. I get one dozen eggs, one carton of milk, one loaf of bread, and some peanut butter. I still had some jelly because peanut butter seems to run out faster than jelly, go figure. The cashier rings me up at twelve dollars and thirty seven cents. I pay the exact price. I walk away with my groceries as a noise causes me to turn around. The cashier is talking to me. She is asking me if I want my change. I shake my head and walk away, while thinking that I had paid exact and therefore had no change left over. I walk into my room 56 and wonder what the next thing to do is.