I used to have an empty outlook on an average life. Everything was invincible and safe as I was not gone and would not be until I no longer existed. I think that added to the boredom, It was never going to stop until I did.
Everything reeked of mediocrity. The people, the 9 - 5 life.
Every day i had the image of life, resembling a flat-line, green and monotonous, powering through everything. There was no skipping of heartbeats, no shuddering, shaking, shivering or yelping. No flicker of life like there were no flickers of smiles from my mouth.
Just a faint dull trace of hope, guiding my blindly like an auto-pilot through a clear blue sky. With nothing to distract me or inhibit me, just flying through the air to the time of a ticking clock.
The sunrises and sunsets were as unimpressive as the Grey mist that clouded my mind.
I felt like i would be flying on this flatline silently until i reached an unequivical end, and ammmounted to absolutely nothing. When I say used to, I meant I still do. I tried to start out on a depressing note and then unleash a wave of positivity and plenty of glasses half full, but I can't bring myself to do it.
