Nothing will change my life. Every day is just another repeat of the last. Every month, exactly the same as the last. My car stays crappy, running on the overpriced gas that this world is thirsty for. Our lives are all one big lie, never revealing the truth. Our minds are all safes that will never be cracked, even by the best specialists. If only everyone saw the world as I saw it.
I wake in the dark cold room that is my only space in the world. It’s summer, it should be warmer than it is in my room, but my apartment will never be suited to the seasons. These four walls build my sanctuary, my hidden place, only not hidden everyone can see it. I roll over and look at the clock. The numbers shine brightly, letting me know that it is way too early to be awake. If 5am was meant to be seen, the sky wouldn’t be dark. I decide to roll over and look out my window. Not much of a view, only a dimly lit beach. I can see the local workers awaking to the new day. New. Never will it be new to me. Only the day repeats itself, letting light onto the untouched darkness of the world. My clothes are lying in a bundle on my floor, I pick them up. I put them on, since when did society decide we had to change and wash a t-shirt after every individual use, if it’s not dirty I’m going to wear it.
I take a stroll along the beach like I do most mornings. I don’t sleep as well as I used to. The streets are quiet; the occasional noise of a van delivering goods interrupts, but only briefly. I walk to end of the beach. There is a dock there, but no one uses it anymore. I sit here almost every day, but today I just stare. There is a girl already there. She is sitting where I usually sit. Her hair is blowing back in the soft breeze. Why she is here is a mystery to me.
I walk slowly towards her, “hello…”
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