it's where i have the least thoughts

Day Twenty Six:

 

Once upon a time there was so much happening or rather there was so much happening everywhere else but to one person there was so much nothing. It's not that they didn't want there to be things happening around them it was more that they didn't know how to make them happen.

 

Oh it wasn't big things he wanted. It was little things. Things that most would call mundane and quiet but to him they would be the most gregarious of evenings he could handle. But alas they were not meant to be. And so he sat in silence awaiting one day to end and the next to begin where the cycle would forever repeat.

 

But rather than allowing the dark feeling that surrounded him to completely engulf him he chose to hide himself away in slumber. A place where he was no longer aware of the thoughts of the waking world and he could feel content in the bliss of ignorance.

 

Bliss can be addictive. And he found himself seeking the stupor of sleepiness more and more. Until one night he chose never to return from the utopia he discovered in there. And he left his body to decay and diminish in the waking world.

 

And he did not live but was contented ever after.

Done