My life

Thu, 12/11/2014 - 19:24 -- nlf004

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The patter of the rain was unbearable.

The sound echoed from the skylights through the empty house.

And even though the sound of chirping birds pierced through the rain, it was a melancholy tune – something I never thought possible of the lively plump chicks.

Perhaps the whole world was against me that dreadfully dull morning.

I certainly had things to do, but I was terrifyingly bored.

Being bored and having nothing to do are not opposites, after all.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but not as though everything would disappear when I opened them, I was much too practical to expect something like that.

But perhaps it was because I was so down to earth, that I wished for it anyway.

Everything was there when I opened my eyes. Everything was exactly the same. I was just as bored. I couldn't tell if the air was as thick as lead, or so thin that I should question my ability to breathe in it.

This is my life.

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