The Party.

Art : Funnel.

By Sakuan.

The party is dead, new people came in and I am still passed out on the couch, they judge me for what I am, I judge myself but I never think about it, this is my life, I think to myself, will my life become something better, I open my eyes then go back on the couch, they spiral in hell, I want them to spiral in hell, this is my wish, it comes from envy, I envy them, I am jealous of what they have, we have nothing, I have nothing and I am still trying to be someone, with this in mind I keep on sleeping. I start dreaming about the future, it looks bright, I look bright, I smile. I keep on dreaming and I love it, it is all peaceful, it is all beautiful, it is all something I would want to exist in forever, I don’t want to leave, I want to be here forever… my dreams are cut short as they start turning to nightmares.

“Hello!” a voice wakes me up, I open my eyes , all I can see is a hand that beckons, I get up and walk towards it. “Why are you still here?” the voice asks, I have no answer for the voice, I rub my eyes and look over my shoulder, no one I know looks back at me, I realize I am alone, people are around me staring at me, I start thinking I will be someone someday, but I do nothing about it, probably because I think life is going to sort itself out, maybe I am right for that mindset has worked for loads of people, maybe I am wrong for that mindset has failed loads of people, I end up thinking, “it is what it is.”

I walk back to the couch and lay back down, I close my eyes and let the party keep going.

By Nu Nazareth.