Entry #45

Darkness
by Mr. Schprock


When you close your eyes at night, you can be anywhere. Darkness brings you where you want to be. You can change your space, right there in your room, the same room with warped paneling and stains everywhere that won't come out; your room can be the palace at Versailles, I swear. Who's to say different when you're all alone?

Morning is harsh, though. Damn sun finds its way in everywhere, birds won't shut up either. Motes of dust slow dance in the air, hanging there, hanging there, refusing to breathe or come to a point. Place is a wreck today. I forget all that went on last night. Somebody said something, it might have been her, it might have been me. She took off in the truck, I don't even need to look to see that. I'll find out later what she took with her.

Sometimes inertia isn't a choice. The fight just goes away. Struggle to your feet all you want. Get up, take a leak, brush your teeth, fry an egg, pop a pill, fix the curtains, sooner or later down you go. Down . . . you . . . go. Man, I need the darkness. Got to get me some darkness real soon.