Quintessence of Dust.

Hello, good morning.

I woke up to the sound of nothing. Silence is what I usually get up to. It's too quiet. It scares me sometimes. Do you care? Nahh, of course you dont.

I toss and turn while listening to the sounds of my comforter brushing against my skin. How I would curled up on my own solitude and thought about things that would have happened. Things that I dont understand. Things that I dont understand but happened. A whole lotta pondering and wondering. What a mess.

I cant figure it out.

The day wont go well without the morning fag. Thats what I usually do when Im up and feeling a bit out. Letting me feel the slow emotions of coma black.

Love already died and went away.

I shall pick up another morning fag.