Alone and waiting

I want to stay in bed all day. I hope I can. There is nothing I want to do, and I am not part of this world now. Silence and solitude. And new sheets—I cleaned and changed the bed yesterday so it's perfect isolation. White sheets. A new duvet cover that's silky Cotten. It won't be better outside. I'm not hungry. I can stay here. My past hurt me so much. My future appears ok but without purpose.

No reason now to look backwards where all is lost and the carnage reeks. Or forward, where nothing presents itself to be found.

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