brainhellhole overspill

in that huge white room, i sat still for nine hours. it was so quiet, i can hear my intestine chewing my liver. i was starving - i can’t recall when i’ve eaten a proper meal. maybe yesterday, maybe a week ago, or maybe i’ve actually eaten, i just forgot i did.

the room was so wide, i can hardly decipher where the walls start taking its vertical cue from the immaculate whiteness of the cold marble floor.

i sat silently, breathing steadily.

"next."

~ by geniusness on October 23, 2007.