The Void

I wonder what I represent in this world of horror and fate.

Sometimes I feel trapped in a void, devoid of my own existence, programmed into some strange interdimensional reality that I cannot escape nor break from. 

Intrusive thoughts creep into my daily life, yet I am often compelled to resist them.

The day-to-day tribulations of life. The usual diatribe. The mundane routines. The same faces. The same meals. 

 

All too typical. 

All too sterile.

 

Lost in my imagination and wandering thoughts, 

I allow myself to be consumed by child’s play, 

Anything to take my mind off things, 

Anything to take my mind off my reality.

 

For a while, it works.

 

Just until the television goes off. 

Just until the phone screen fades to black.

And then it’s all dark again.