"Sometimes I wake up and think that the world has ended."
And instead of grief there is only silence
I float in a void
Weightless, soundless, sightless.
And I think about how nice it is that I don't have to go to work now that the world has ended.
And maybe today I will finally get around to cleaning the fridge.
Until a car honks on fourth Avenue or
Someone shouts in the hallway of my apartment building
Or my roommate bangs some dishes in the kitchen
And the illusion is shatters
And I am dragged back into the mundanity of existance.
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