CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He sat. He could feel the shadown of what he once would have called boredom passing through his brain. He could let outlast it, easily. It had no power anymore. No human emotion had any power over him.
He watched the clock. Some minutes seemed longer than other, but after an hour he felt exactly the same.
He was never going to feel different again.
Killing himself would take too much effort. He would just sit.
A TRAIN CRASHED INTO HIS HOUSE AND HE DIED THE ENd.
He watched the clock. Some minutes seemed longer than other, but after an hour he felt exactly the same.
He was never going to feel different again.
Killing himself would take too much effort. He would just sit.
A TRAIN CRASHED INTO HIS HOUSE AND HE DIED THE ENd.
