posted on Jun, 20 2023 @ 11:45 AM
Why does the sponge at the sink seem to look at me. Nobody else is in the room, at least, nobody I can see. I am here, maybe it is me. I want these
things to be undone. I befriended drug addicts and they seem to haunt me, well, befriended, I think they captured me.
These guys are weird, possibly full of evil. They can't seem to answer questions and live in their own world, my world so it seems or do I live in
their world? Why is it they think I am their friend? They stick like glue on imagined guilt. For me it's not necessary for a sponge to seem to look at
me, I think that's kind of weird, at least unusual and not how sponges supposed to be.
The weird stuff always starts at home and there is nobody I seem to know I sometimes think. I do seem to make contact with my neighbor. He suffers
too.
It's not fun to be here. I always had the flies talking to me, this is nothing new. What can possibly be done? I'm from a long genealogy. Some
enjoyable situations of comfort instead of the restlessness seem like one of the things I can't even ask for anymore.
40 years. I'm old and I sometimes have no idea anymore of how people see me.
Is this earth? Why is it even here.
THE END
edit on 20-6-2023 by Untun because: Making title appropriate to short story terms.