I wake up in the morning. My mouth is raw from the previous
night’s cigarettes and betel nuts. The groggy sensation, after effects of a mini overdose of
sleeping pills is still present. I cough up some mucus and ponder at what I
have become. Yet the strength to ponder disappears and I disappear into the
grey undefined areas of my life once again.
I am awakened by the sudden power failure, I can feel beads
of sweat dripping down my neck following the curvature of my spine. The now
stagnant fan on the roof reminds me of myself and how brilliance can be a man’s
downfall. It is then that the decision to eliminate the grey areas and make
things into perfect monochrome is made.
Perfect blacks, perfect white upon the canvas of life only appease
the eye for a limited period of time. Then suddenly the color palette bounces
vividly in front of the third eye of consciousness and drags me into a now
deeper, yet completely different and beautiful void, the void of consciousness...
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