As I perch myself onto this black like soot stool with only the ability to swivel its round design 180 degrees
My bottom has sunk halfway into the black nothingness however,
That is not all that has sunk
I\'ve swallowed myself
Gone in one gulp as any decadent dessert would be to anyone with an abnormal sweet tooth
In front of me sits a crystal clear glass window
Having the sole purpose of remaining to be the one thing separating my physical being from the outside and all the outside includes
Whether that be rain, heat, cold, life itself
It is not the only thing which isolates me from all these things
I am a glass window
Impenetrable and adamant glass that lacks transparency
My bodily functions buffer as I become conscious of what is to come
I blink but they are delayed as time goes on
In my mind,
The mouths with fangs sharper than the reflexes of a cat
In which all my debilitating anxiety originates
Descend into the black nothingness
One
By
One
I am so accustomed that the silence that resides in the absence of this defining chatter causes my heart to race
My eyes are locked in place
Yet their focus shifts
One,
A family of five walks by
Two,
The suns rays have cause an explosion of color in the bottom left corner of the window
Three,
All eyes on me
Is it really me?
Or am I really a shell
I see my eyes turn grey but not that of concrete
Too dark
Yet not that of static which has hints of white and black
No,
It is more of a grey you see the clouds turn before they cry onto this dull city
The sound of soup being slurped into business mens mouths
The sound of a crying infant who wants to be held
The sound of names being called for pick up
It all is gradually muffled until it is all painfully
Silent
Isolated
I am completely alone with myself and my senses
Trapped
With the sound of my own sobs and desperate screeches to be pulled out of this shell
In reality my lips do not budge
My eyes are not vomiting tears
Only one single salty tear dangles at the edge of my wide open and still eyes
All I can do is simply but miserably remain a mere spectator to life
...
I gasp as if being held underwater
\"I\'m okay\"
I smile,
And I go on about my day