She sits by her laptop, not sure what to type. Unsure of what life is about, what the future holds for one small unimportant soul in the field of the universe.
Her head is a mess. A complicated, tangled ball of twine, unable to see where it begins, and where it all ends. Her fingers curl and uncurl, the feel of her skin stretching over her knuckles makes her feel alive.
Inside, she is empty. On the outside, she smiles. She chatters, she smokes cheerfully, takes her beer like a man. Conversation is dragged out, the strings are tightened on her smile. Her eyes remain the same.
Dead, empty. Flat. Like empty pools of lifeless lakes, nothing lives undernearth.
She is but one, in the land of many.
She knows it, accepts it. She is glad.
One small soul is not too much to miss.
Her head is a mess. A complicated, tangled ball of twine, unable to see where it begins, and where it all ends. Her fingers curl and uncurl, the feel of her skin stretching over her knuckles makes her feel alive.
Inside, she is empty. On the outside, she smiles. She chatters, she smokes cheerfully, takes her beer like a man. Conversation is dragged out, the strings are tightened on her smile. Her eyes remain the same.
Dead, empty. Flat. Like empty pools of lifeless lakes, nothing lives undernearth.
She is but one, in the land of many.
She knows it, accepts it. She is glad.
One small soul is not too much to miss.
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