Baffled.

I stared at the white and empty space in my monitor but in there shadows of memories dance before my eyes. This lifeless piece of metal might have all the answers I keep inside. My coffee cup pleads... no more agonies for it is the sole witness to my cry of agonies everyday. I hear my own wail; they seem pointless but they're killing me.

Those pair of slippers, unused for quite some time now. No you. No us. The illusions are nothing but pathetic spectagles created by my over eager imagination. I thought I hear myself laugh. Then I'd be happy.