Something’s Amiss
Something about tonight is weird – I have no emotion at all.
Yeah, I don’t feel mad, neither do I felt bored, or anything. I’m just totally stoned here on this terminal, doing absolutely nothing, or rather, don’t feel like I want to do anything at all. I stared at the monitors with a blank face. It must’ve been a full ten minutes. Yeah, ten minutes, well might not be that long, but I don’t have any thoughts at all. Never knew I could stare at something and not actually looking at it, and not even thinking about anything.
“Excuse me, PC 11 please”
Okay, that dialogue snaps me out of my stoneliness, well, a little bit
“4 Ringgit” I said, in a monotonous manner.
The person thanked me and left the premise. 4 people left. Shop’s door half-closed.
I’m still blank. I feel like there’s something amiss. As if something wasn’t there, which it should. And I don’t know the answer.
Maybe I should go back home tonight, take the red pill and be awaken to reality once again. But it’s not like I’m running from any sort of reality. In fact, I think I’m facing them pretty well these days.
Then, I snapped – I realized what is missing.
You.
