apathetic

In the same corner of the disordered living room, loving the peace and quiet more than anything, the light from what promises to be a sunny day causing a glow from all the wooden surfaces in the room.

The solitude is pleasant, the sound of the clocks is relaxing.

It is sad, but it will be just a short while to wait for the relapse into noise, into loudness, and the relapse into the depression that is hiding behind a corner or in a crevice or behind a wall in the mind. Just knowing that it is there is enough to curtail any action.

A person that would walk in and take the hands and lead them out would be nice, but why would any person do such a thing?

It will be necessary to do something sometime but what.?.

The liberation that comes as an external scream mirroring the inner screams would be short lived futile protest leading to an enforced medicinal sedation, an apathy that will leave the ill there in plain sight and the mind in no position to do anything about it.

The cat is awake, it has been awake for some time now, it is searching for food.

Hear the double sound of it's front paws followed by it's hind paws as it hits the floor, jumping down from the worktop. It should not have been up there, but why care.

The day is late and it is not going anywhere.

There is a tinnitus hiss top right in the head, that is where the ears say it is.

There is really no knowing where it is really located, or what the cause is.

Sit in the room alone

Hoping for progress.

And know that there will be none.

Perhaps just taking the car and driving away.

Into the day.