| 1:20a |
First writing in more then 3 months.
It is very quiet here, and there is no heat.
My own breath is silent, hidden by clicking clicking keys. I hide my breath, making the keys click and click.
Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been months since my last writings sprang forth. I have strange and disturbing thoughts. I think of death, I think of blood. I think of silence, with clicking clicking keys.
It is not dark here, but I cannot see so it may as well be pitch black. Can't see what I want, only the searing bright white lights. And only hearing the clicking clicking keys.
The world tilts. Spins and turns around to the left. I lean to the right, I try to stay still. It continues to move, and I am spun around.
Leaning to the right. Burning lights. Clicking clicking keys.
Cold.
Silent. |