Vaccum

It was a depressing day my whole life seemed like it was over. No amount of ciggarates could fill the vaccum inside me. I prayed and I smoked and prayed to kill the guilt of smoking and smoked to kill the guilt of praying while smoking until the vaccum was all that was left. It was just one of those days where because of the vaccum, you lie paralyzed on your couch and want to do nothing but watch TV cause everything else is an effort. One of those days where you need to put on an artificial face for people around and your brain whispers that this indeed is the end. The thought of committing suicide is the best idea you have ever had but even getting down to doing it is too much of an effort. Just one of those days.

So, I took my car out for a drive so that the air around me would fill the vaccum. I passed the streetlights on the highway but they didn’t seem to lighten my path. The Highway glittered like diamonds beside me but the road under me was just a black road. Vaccum was all around me. I didn’t know what to do so I floored the accelerator there was a momentary joy but that was ‘cause I knew if I kept this up I was gonna die. I smiled, I smiled a wry smile. I stuck my head out of the car but there was no wind to tussle my hair. I was doing 100 and no wind blowing my hair….. The vaccum enveloped me..