What is

A rustling on the monitor
Anticipation of nothingness
Something.

Are you disappointed?
You expected the end
And didn't get it.
My sympathies.
What is it?

Why? Why not.

I don't want to answer anymore
Please, leave me be.

Thanks you.
What is, is.

Hazard

Can't stop. Go. Go. Go. There it is again.

Think about it. Again. The sound repeats. Oh my. What have we done?

I love you

A flash of lightning.
Then nothing.
A promise made...
But not kept?

Clock on the wall tells you when.
A day in the history of tomorrows;
As inconsequential as you.
Mindless lyrics to no tune
Word after word,
Like the broken ticket-machine at the train station,
Meaningless.

What is there in tomorrow?
A dream;
Unfulfilled? Broken?
Nothing. Not quite nothing.
Pieces of broken mirror
A ridiculous jig-saw puzzle
In each, a piece of you.
Each is separate
No one bothers to put it together
Fantastical thoughts go in and out of an otherwise crammed mind.

Something is wrong.
Or finally right.
A diamond in the rough.
Metaphor to describe a metaphor.
Imperfection, given meaning.

The clock still watches you.
You don't look as it counts down the seconds
To an end
To a beginning.

Learning for the sake of it,
Freedom from oppression.

Someone is at the gate,
Asking to be let in.
I won't answer;
Familiarity doesn't rear its ugly head.

Random numbers appear
They count themselves...you.

Everything goes blank.

How much further?

The sad, profound meaning things never really seem to sink in enough. Always the nagging splinter that itches its way into your thought. They call. The irritating call of "them".

Fuck off. I don't want to talk to you.