But there is one folder that keeps opening images when I don't want it to. While I sit quietly, and my music plays, images come into my view. I try to make them go away, but they don't. Later, I sleep.. And from this folder comes fabricated realities. I walk around in them, seeing memories and reality morphed into what my subconscious mind desires. I see everything that I can't have. And, I see you, 1259. You talk to me. You hug me. You miss me.
I wake up and I am back in the real world. The reality hurts, but the images go away when I force them away. However, they return in time. So I make a choice. I'm going to delete the folder once and for all. I will miss everything inside of it, but it only brings me pain and confusion.
I highlight the folder and attempt to delete it. There is an error. "This folder cannot be deleted because it is currently in use." I try to forget everything and remove all of the images and thoughts from my mind. I try to delete again. It cannot be deleted.
I think, "Perhaps I will call her. It will give me a reminder. A reminder of what reality is."
So I call her. I hear her usual, familiar "Hello ?" I reply with a "Hi." She asks who it is. The second my name is uttered, she hangs up the phone.
"Right," I think to myself, "She hates me. That's how it is."
Why ? I don't know.
4 comments:
Why the hell do I post garbage like this ?
That was better than a lot of your stuff
Thank you, Anonymous. I've been trying to improve and write more often.
Despite the fact that you don't sound very happy, this was a good post. (writing quality wise)
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