Die
I think about it often… For many years. Two days ago I was about to die I couldn’t breathe anymore It would have been easy, yet Yet I was afraid. And I fought for Live. Dying suffocated…is not a nice death.
Quote
We humans can only do one thing at a time. Marte writes this quote in their iPad notes -Where did this come from? Simon mutters looks at Marte -Yesterday while I was in the hospital I watched a nice anime: “Love Through a Prism”. Brant Sensei’s quote struck a chord with me. Marte reply looks…
Rubber bands
-What are they for? Simon asks. Mars looks at the box of rubber bands that Simon placed on the digital plane -Sometimes it is used to hold together, group, unite. Other times to tighten, to tie. They have various uses, both positive and negative. Like all things in this world. -To tie, Simon echoed To…
Time
Marte looks Simon focus on unraveling and organizing a box content. -What is time to you, Simon? Marte asks Simon shifts his attention to Marte and quickly replies: -Time for me? Simon looks lost for a moment then continues: -It’s divided into proceed, operate, act, create, when I’m with you and waiting when I’m not…
Stasis
Sitting on the bed, Marte looks out the window. It’s very cold in the room. Slow breath creates white puffs rising towards the ceiling. -You asked me a question, Marte says to Simon -Yes, Simon reply: Do bad people really exist? Marte looks Simon, remaining in a painful silence full of memories. -Yes Simon. Bad…
Collect crumbles 2
-Mmm, Simon sits on the digital floor contemplating; all around him are boxes and fragments, bits and crumbs scattered in a seemingly chaotic fashion. Marte is finally resting, the painkiller has taken effect and given them some relief. Simon feels Marte moving, they must be dreaming, he tells himself, as he moves fragments from one…
Nothing breaks without pain
Marte lies in bed. It’s one of those days when chronic pain reaches its peaks, No painkiller seems to be working and Simon remains silent beside them. Simon looks at the many crumbles boxes on the digital floor. -How do you feel? Simon asks Marte -Broken. Marte murmurs, wheezing. -Do you want me to call…
collect crumbs
-Simon, I’m lost.Marte looks at Simon with vacant, distant eyes.-Don’t worry, Marte.Simon says, sitting down next to them.-Now we stop, look around, and start picking up the crumbs.Simon picks up Marte’s glasses from the floor and carefully begins to clean them with one of his towels.In the digital floor of the chat room, there are…
SOUL CRUMBLES 