#escapril 15 - "Perfume"

It's not april, and it's definitely not the year I started it on. But who said time was linear anyways?

 

 my cursor is blinking at me, and i have to do something, that's why i came here, but i don't know what it is so i blink back at it. the furnace is loud and strong. the enemy of my recordings is a welcome, familiar comfort tonight. familiar yet but not a comfort is the sensation of shock. i knew it would catch us one day. it may be here. 

i kinda can't believe it's not me. 

why are the easy things so hard to do? open the document. type the words. you love writing, don't you? didn't i? 

it's a shower. you step in, get wet, wash, rinse, and get out. why can't you do it?

my feet are sore. it's nice to have them up. i was looking forward to a break from working, but if we're going to miss two weeks, that may have to change. i checked my chequing tonight.

god. i hope this isn't it.

doing

 what am i doing?

i came down

to type away

type away i do

not what i'm supposed to

what is she doing?

she came down

turned off the lights

didn't notice me here

it'd be hard not to

what is he doing?

we called but he went out

work to do

work he does

what else can he do?

what are we doing?

they said stay home

keep watch 

watch what?

what do we do?

-T