• The day just seems to start to begin for me. The leaves begin to fall from trees. I look out my window to the world outside. To the people who roam about their days. Watching them makes me think: onto what journey do they begin? I feel nothing. It's hard to feel compassion when you have none. The clicking of my keyboard fill my empty room. My empty house. Just to figure I used to share this home with my housemate... Before I lost my mind.
    My pale white hair sweeps in front of my glasses as I look down to type. I look out of my window to see a reflection on my glasses of my pale blue eyes shifting to pale green. I try and formulate another sentence to type on to my extensive computer journal.
    A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts...
    I wonder who it can be.

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