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Ticking fast? My reality faced opposition when I took a sip. The array of light I held in my hand felt sharp. Glancing at the clock, six forty-five. The unnatural feeling increased with every thought. A fish out of water best describes the feeling. The abyss of thought dominated my mind. As I stood up, the cup I kept drinking from was just as alive as my existence. Turning left I saw my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. The distorted grin I saw made my heart beat faster. “Hi”, I said, “how come it is that when you see the world differently, you are ‘weird’?” I asked. The awkward silence made me feel uncomfortable as I put my weight on the counter. Smiling. Leaning over the sink I kept watching the bipolar like expression enter my mind. I realized it was six forty-five, again. “Your narcism doesn’t have to be mediocre” I heard from the mirror. More sips taken. “Soon you will see the connection between us” I replied. The bathroom was silent as I sat down on the mildly cold floor. The vindictive act of throwing the cup across the greatly lit room was very exciting to me. I could feel the flight of the cup, gently passing through the air. Started to stand up, grasped the walls next to me as I rose. The painting that was held by the nail I found in the city hung above the mirror. Salvador Dali was one of my favorites at the time. The way he viewed the world was similar to of that moment I was living. Every object was an individual. Every object contained a haiku. I am no aesthetic, but I saw the beauty in everything. The night never divided the day, only because I was in the bathroom for twenty-two hours. Six years have passed since that episode of surreal delight. Every day I step towards the end, feeling gradients of insanity with every stride. I regret the tea I took from that German philosopher. He said it would enhance my perception and create an advanced intellect on my behalf. Here I am, sitting below the bridge, pockets full of used cigarettes. I am stuck in the past, always fighting the past in my mind. Reality is now; the past and future do not exist. Transcending reality was amusing for the first week, now it’s a habit to ignore the various trees that tend to gossip about god with me. I wander around town looking for him. Ruben was his name. He gave me the German cup and tea as a present. I didn’t know how he knew it was my birthday, but I cautiously accepted. I hate Ruben. When I see him, I have no idea what I will do to him. Every day I wake up, finding that the sky is sometimes green, gather my belongings from the doorstep I slept in, and search. “Hey!” someone yelled. “Get out of here!” the distant man yelled again. My eyes opened slowly with hope that the world would be normal again. “Get up, I’m tired of you stupid bums making our society look like shit” he said loudly in my aged ears. My beard felt softer than normal. I thought I said “leave me alone, its not my fault I have to strive to live a life.
Approximate Word count = 2184
Approximate Pages = 8.7
(250 words per page double spaced)
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