Under a grey sky, the immobile tree, my soul companion. All else fades away. Maybe it's not important enough. There are these thoughts that run amock, in my head. A Tsunami in the making. As if in a crowded room where everyone is talking and everyone's talking all at once. I catch a few words from here and there. 'Anxiety?', 'Consciousness?', 'Fear?', 'Happiness?', 'Smiles?', Worrries?', Future?', 'Past?', 'Sunshine?', 'Practicality?' . Those useless words! What good are they to me? They seem to add up no more. Heck! I am no Pythagorus but I wasn't looking for a revolutionary theorem anyways. All I was, all I am looking for is for them to make a little sense. Phhbt! I couldn't be bothered with it anymore as I sit here blocking everything else. I hold on to that thought that fills me with a sudden rush of happiness, with it, music fills the air. I breathe again! I come out of my trance and I notice how people wear alot of Bench. I notice that man sitting on his doorstep smoking after what seems like days. I notice my neighbors car is full of kid stuff. I didn't even know they had a baby. I move on and I notice a wooden skeleton and what looks like a carpenters' table. Perhaps, they are working on something. I notice the trash cans still full of garbage. Like the week before, council still hasn't taken the rubbish. I reach home and I it's 10 to seven. As I close the door to the outside world, I notice how the seconds hand ticks a mocking goodbye over and over again, as if to say, ''How long before this ends? How long? How long? How long? How long?'' And I spot it! There it is! that feeling of not feeling anything at all. There it is that feeling of being empty again.
