CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He sits there as they live around him. The move, they talk, they laugh, they smile, he does none of it. He is trapped inside his own head. He listens, tries desperately to understand the secret, how they do it. He can't. They just do. He wants to ask for help but he doesn't have a voice. He wants to cry but he can't. He just sits. And they keep on moving.
He imagines himself growing to a massive size and towering of them, they would notice him then.
He imagines himself shrinking smaller and smaller until he's gone alltogther. It would be better than this.
He manages to cry at last but they're all gone by now. He shouts. No one hears. He laughs. They come back. Suddenly he's quiet again. They look confused, but they shrug and leave. His whole existence, dismissed with a shrug.
He sits and waits for it all to happen again.
He imagines himself growing to a massive size and towering of them, they would notice him then.
He imagines himself shrinking smaller and smaller until he's gone alltogther. It would be better than this.
He manages to cry at last but they're all gone by now. He shouts. No one hears. He laughs. They come back. Suddenly he's quiet again. They look confused, but they shrug and leave. His whole existence, dismissed with a shrug.
He sits and waits for it all to happen again.