UNTITLED

Its 9 pm on Thursday night, you know the night before the Friday night and everyone is out of sight so I go ahead and switch off the light. I lie in bed and hope things will be alright. My girl’s not spoken to me since our small fight; the burger beside me awaits my first bite. I hope to God I end up being right.
I lie on my bed typing this out of boredom and despair knowing that no one will really care but what must be done must be done, If I am to stop myself from dying in oblivion. The time is now. That is why I write, my latent creativity shining bright that through these words, some others may see the light.
I sit and stare at my laptop screen for hours on end wondering what to do. What to do, what to say, what is to come. I wonder about the future since the past and present haven’t been fair, I wonder what good luck or misfortune lie in wait for me out there, I wonder when my life will become everyone’s affair.
“Worry not, there’s absolutely nothing to fear” Alien says in an unsuccessful bid to cheer. It’s a merry fucking New Year, there’s lots of opportunities everywhere. But I just think he’s being overly optimistic and forgetting the aspect of life that borders on the realistic.
In any case I’m not so dumb as to resort to taking away the gift of life; I haven’t even converted my girlfriend into a loving wife, so chill out Death, with your reaper knife because with you I seek to have no strife.
Though games and music and food succeed in consoling, for fame and fortune my heart will forever bleed, not withholding. I await my chance like the werewolf does the full moon, like those who wish to dance till the next noon, like a larva waiting to burst from its cocoon; I know my time will come very soon.
:P :)