8.33 a.m May 15, 2015
Falling off the edge of the world
Into nothingness
Falling in, in, in
into the deepest abyss ever
Where there is nothing else to feel and think about
Nothing matters or makes any more sense
The fall of a broken man
A dead man
The fall of a man with no desire to ever get up and start it all over again
A dead man
He is down and out
Won’t get up
Doesn’t want to get up
Down and out
Where he no longer will have to try
To took turns at the till, pushing and pulling and turning…till his hands are chaffed and his soul bled dry
No more taking turns at the till and not stopping till the till is stilled.
Merci.