29; The morning isn’t fresh anymore. It feels dull. Dark. I wish that you were here to feel what I have felt. I wish so many things at the same time… Try imagining dusk at dawn, clouds and no sun. But…Its me I know, I hear the girls around the corner laughing… Its me I know, I hear the neighbors having sex every morning before I take my shower. The water is always colder after that.
22; Its raining outside. No, its pouring outside. There are rivers falling from the sky, and oh my, I wish I was dead. After all, everyone around me is leaving for some reason. I’m not afraid of being lonely though, the only thing i’m afraid of is not knowing i’m going crazy. Wouldn’t that scare you too? I mean, if you have nobody to compare yourself too, how do you measure your sanity?
13; When I woke up today, I thought I was happy for some reason. Maybe I was for a short period of time…I embraced the morning glory, the inexistent birds singing on my porch window. I noticed the dead flowers on my neighbors garden and it made me shiver. I’m allowed to shiver. I’m also allowed to wonder why they died. Why did they? There’s a chance that they’ve been forgotten. Am I forgotten? As far as I know I feel like i’m asphyxiating. Flowers asphyxiate when they are forgotten. They are fragile sunlight kissed creatures that need water.
4; My hair is wet. I took my shower. I have my water. Im not forgotten. But i’m alone. I think my neighbors are gone. I haven’t heard them in a couple of days. The water is warm.
I can welcome you to Briksterville,
1; The streets, the cars, the houses have been left empty.