*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