Emo BS
Someone locked us in this room, and I don’t know if it was a man, or a woman, or some extraterrestrial being, alien or angel. Someone locked us in this room together, and has the key, and we won’t ever get it back. Lucky thing, the room is as large as a country. I suppose that gives you all the space you need. For me, it is fine. When one is in the room, and looking out at the horizon, you can’t see the walls of the room. Everything is the same in this country, except there are no other people in it. There are cities, and streets, and abandoned cars. There are lakes and valleys and mountains. There are restaurants, and gas stations, and convenience stores. There are rest stops. There are zoos and tourist attractions. There are memorial markers. At night, it’s pitch black. There are light switches, and now and again I find one and turn it on, and it’s a comfort. When I find one, when I turn on the light, and it’s dark out, then I want to stay in that room. Yet, how could I stay, if you were not there? I would stay for a time, scrolling on the phone, with no news feed and no timeline updates, because if there are people in the world, any other people in the world, they are hiding themselves very well. It must be a giant surprise party, and how cautious they are, giving no updates, no information, because wouldn’t that spoil the surprise? They keep themselves away, and hide behind the couches. In the room, at night, with the light switch on, I could stay there, and wait, pass the time, watch a movie, read, check the empty feed on social media, but sooner or later, knowing you were out there, far away, in the room as big as a country, I suppose I would have to find you, in the dark, walking from memory, with no lights on, now and again stepping off a curb in the dark, alarmed and jolted. I would have to walk from memory, the memory of this country etched in my mind from what I can see in the day and take pains to remember. It’s such a lot to remember, every street, every alley, every highway. I would have to remember it all, because I have to walk it again, at night, only now and again finding the light switch, and that’s just for the room. To escape all that, and have to find you like that, I have to be sure to stick close to you, and hang on, hang on.
