I am sat on the loo. Staring at this shelf. This shelf hasn’t changed in 5 years. Apart from the fact that in the last 6 months it’s been dusted every two weeks when the cleaner comes.
I’ve stared at this shelf more times than i can count. I’ve sat here focusing on the corner to stop myself from falling off the loo when im high as a kite or trippin. Its seen me sit trying to pee out something that stings coming out as much as it does going in.
Im sat here wondering whether C actually notices whats in front of her face unless its causing drama.
Im here. Im still here. You’re not even drunk or high and you still don’t see me. Why am I bothering? I just don’t know anymore.
The shelf listens. It always listened to me. Never spoke sadly
FaerieFalls 