Tuesday, April 22, 2008
It's, Difficult.
Yet another dream.
I was back in the fire station. Just sitting down, quietly, in the corner, where my locker was positioned. People around me, they were talking, laughing, making merry. Yet, I heard nothing, nothing at all. I could see their lips moving, the mirth in their eyes, but it was all a silent movie.
I turned my head towards my locker, the door ajar. I saw that it was full of cigarette boxes. I remember not the brand, but the boxes were dark coloured. Vaguely familiar. I opened a box. I took a cigarette out, and started puffing. Again. And again. And again. One stick after another. Non-stop. I was a chain smoker.
Fuck, i'm going mad.
Thy Sins be Cleansed.
12:13 PM
