Man with a saw

*Manoy with a saw: sitting, leaning, head buzzing.

I shifted my eyes off you.

To touch those bony shoulders underneath a thin cotton shirt and awaken you from your stupor..
To glimpse those eyes and ascertain the suffering gaze that I’ve formed in my head..

That’s what I had supposed to do.

But I’ve been living this bourgeoise life, constantly distracted, affected, pained by nuisances. How could I know that my troubles are trifles from yours?

5 paces.. I saw you stand – limply, shaky with the help of someone.

6 paces.. A heavy light pounded and shrank me.

I’m nothingness, I’m meaningless.

* older male

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