It's nine o'clock in the morning, and you wish it were ten. You are sitting silently in a class full of talking people. Your mind is buzzing with crappy poetry, but you can't stop it. It goes:
"Happy people, sappy people,
Drinking their own pee;
Chasing dogs, eating frogs,
Hating to feel free."
The class ends. You pack your things, get up, and leave. You are still silent. You walk out of class, amidst the noises of many people greeting each other and laughing, having a merry time. You are neither smiling nor frowning, but expressionless. You walk, and everything seems to fade away behind you.
You reach your next class early, sit down in the front row, and wait. You are still alone, still silent. Whispers behind you on one side, loud conversations on the other. Class begins. Class ends. You walk out.
You sit down with people whom you supposedly know. Yet, you are still silent. You greet some, give them an absent-minded smile, and then sit in silence until you leave. You have absolutely nothing to talk about with these people, and so, when around them, you feel perfectly empty. No good, no evil, nothing.
Your day ends, and you leave. You return back home, only to repeat the same process once more the next day.
(Fade out again.)
"Happy people, sappy people,
Drinking their own pee;
Chasing dogs, eating frogs,
Hating to feel free."
The class ends. You pack your things, get up, and leave. You are still silent. You walk out of class, amidst the noises of many people greeting each other and laughing, having a merry time. You are neither smiling nor frowning, but expressionless. You walk, and everything seems to fade away behind you.
You reach your next class early, sit down in the front row, and wait. You are still alone, still silent. Whispers behind you on one side, loud conversations on the other. Class begins. Class ends. You walk out.
You sit down with people whom you supposedly know. Yet, you are still silent. You greet some, give them an absent-minded smile, and then sit in silence until you leave. You have absolutely nothing to talk about with these people, and so, when around them, you feel perfectly empty. No good, no evil, nothing.
Your day ends, and you leave. You return back home, only to repeat the same process once more the next day.
(Fade out again.)
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