Well, I'm a human male with access to the internet.
I’m tired.
The air is heavy. It sits in my lungs. Waiting. Decaying. Stagnant.
I wait from a break from the monotony. A chance to exhale.
My lungs fill up.
This is what life has become. Trapped in Limbo. Waiting to escape.
The dispassionate glow of an LCD screen. The unsympathetic pace of necessities. The fear of change. Jealousy. Transparency. It’s unsettling.
Apparently, I have brown hair. I guess that semi-permanent hair dye tends to not be… well… permanent.
