We Are Condemned To Kill Time.
Thus We Die Bit By Bit.
I am a human contradiction, .
I sit at this table with a white cotton cloth drapped along the sides.
I watch the glasses eliquently placed remain stationary as the room spins around me with the cluttered atmosphere of those trite and cheap .
The air is dry, and my lungs compress.
I wait, and wonder where the time has gone.
As the ash of my neglected cigarette falls and the smoke rises i see myself as a reflection, as a ghost.
My mind, rampid, my heart , off beat, my conscience unclean.
Memories of people and places, of sights and scenes all converge into a spectrum streched out across the room.
And there i sit in a daze, in limbo, and in silence.
When will i wake up..
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