17 Minutes
August 26, 200511:58 pm:
Something is wrong and I don't know what it is. I just left the bar after having been there for a mere half an hour, one Genny. And the whole time I was sitting in the booth, surrounded by friends and otherwise good people, the only thoughts runnung through my head were of doom. Some of the muscles in my body feel constricted and sore, and my eyes feel heavy and dry. Am I sick or in the verge of? Am I anxious?Foot tapping rythmiclaly with my heartbeat. Something bad has happened? Somebody has died? Someone somewhere is in terrible pain, and I can do nothing. Nothing but feel sorry for myself. Why? It is unclear even to me.
12:06 am:
I hear a jet engine somewhere in the sky above. Will it crash down on me? Will the engine fall from the plane and crash down upon my apartment? Will I be crushed and die? No. Of course not. My name is not Darko, although I wish it was. Something, even bad, is sometimes better than nothing at all. I need a glass of water.
12:09am:
My body is a sponge. To drink cold water makes me happy. Makes my body feel good. Ironically, I'm not much of a swimmer. I suppose I'm more or less an internal person. Why can't I get into my head? Maybe if I could I'd allows others in there too. I smell like cigarettes. I feel a little bit better, refreshed, calm. I truly hope no one is in extreme pain, but I know that someone is, somewhere. Do I really care?
12:15am:
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