#6

Again this feeling of death overcame the entire body. Sitting in bed waiting for solitude, in which it never came. For there was no real reason the feeling of death engulfed itself upon the body, it just felt that way. Dry tear ducts lay broken as water didn't excrete from the eyes, the body scurries down to find it's empty. Everything is empty. It's all empty.

#5

The plastic is the only thing that separated him from the outside world. Occasionally the doors would open refreshing the insides with its glorious air. One by one they come and go as the music pulses in his ear... Waiting to leave himself.

#4

Artificial rain falls down inside the ears of the figure as it indulges the soothing piano of a group which it holds in high regard. The figure glares at the screen with burning eyes as it soaks in the sheer melancholic atmosphere induced around it. Remnants of foodstuff live upon the desk, too lazy to pick up and discard. Flashing screen to the south as the figure slowly clicks and with the metaphorical mask on, replies swiftly to return to the artificial rain dripping into its ears.

#3

So there he goes, jumping again. Taking a leap back and forth, left to right, completely indecisive, exactly what he despises he has become. It becomes another circle. Waiting for a tangent to take off upon.

#2

The crystallised air surrounded the lamp post as it gave the exact same light as it used to for the past 18 years. Handful of times he could remember the light go out, it could have been once, could have been twice, but seldom he could see it. Grasping the bottle filled with the liquid of life he stared, reflecting on the events of the past, the present and what could possibly be called the future.

#1

The intensity of the buildings around him brought his sheer detest for the iconography that subtly built this society. Covered in metaphorical existential dribble he maintained a quick pace as he quickly dismissed this utter bullshit that surrounded him. The pulsing sound of the earphones protruded through his vision making all what was seen and heard a physical display of musicality. This clearly distracted him as he noted himself as a hypocrite.