i reach out next to me, no one is there. my eyes open to the white brick wall in front of me.
check my phone. its still early, no text. no missed calls.
i roll over. my reflection stares back at me. our eyes meet.
its a sad story.
they're full of many emotions.
the flame..the ambition that used to run me. the dancing fire that used to live in my eyes has died.
the unhappiness usually swells and festers for hours. i fall back asleep and wake up sometime after noon. i find a few "good mornings" and maybe a facebook message.
then, most of my day is spent in solitude.
the night is spent the same. maybe a phone call here or there.
but mostly, somber movies ease me to sleep.
all to wake up and do the same nothing all over again.
the point of this entry shares the same point of my life currently: none.
