CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He poured the coffee slowly, attempt to savour it, trying to find beauty in the brown liquid flowing. He could not find the beauty. It was just brown liquid flowing and his cup was now full. He couldn't find any joy in the mundane and it was pointless to try, he decided there and then. Just get it done from now on. Just pour the coffee. But then, what did he have other the mundane? What did anyone have? This was his life, right now. It didn't feel like it at all, it felt more like a dream he was about to wake up from at any moment. But he was quite sure it wasn't. The rational part of his mind was anyway. This was all he was. Nobody would care if he disappeared. Nobody would notice if he died.
Sometimes he dreamed about dying, but whenever he died in a dream he'd always wake up. Maybe that's what would happen when he died here in the so called waking world too. He'd wake up and become his true self. No, that was quite unlikely and irrational. He sipped the coffee. It was too hot and he burnt his tongue, but he didn't feel the pain. He merely observed it from the outside. He couldn't even feel pain anymore.
That was pretty bad.
Sometimes he dreamed about dying, but whenever he died in a dream he'd always wake up. Maybe that's what would happen when he died here in the so called waking world too. He'd wake up and become his true self. No, that was quite unlikely and irrational. He sipped the coffee. It was too hot and he burnt his tongue, but he didn't feel the pain. He merely observed it from the outside. He couldn't even feel pain anymore.
That was pretty bad.
