As I look at the sky above me, shimmers of thoughts flitter through my mind. Long gone is the time of colors, replaced by the persistent grey bound to forever remind me of my morose life. I wonder, since when did the days start trimming off their 24 hours? The monochrome clock is thinking faster and faster and yet everything seems so slow, so sluggish. I was told that "time is money" and, oh! How much time have I spent, in vain! It's the only thing I could afford. Amidst the countless mornings, days, nights, all the work I've subjected myself to do, all the friendships I've sacrificed for the "good of my career", in the end, it's all... It's all worthless.
Like a star, I have died and what's left of me preserves the illusion of my existence...
I've watched myself live for so long, looking at my body complete its tasks without thinking. It's been so long... I want to breathe again, to see again, to feel again! I want to live again.