dimmed

for the time being, this lightless room is enough to witness my grief. the urge to interact with other beings have ceased. i long to crawl inside the wardrobe and stay there for eternity. but, what will happen on monday, when shit strikes and i have to be there; while you are no longer there at the end of the day consolling me with your weird sense of humor. would i still have some smile to put on? and what do i do with this ache i feel in the middle of my chest? i do not really care anymore with all human errands, since you left. if anything, i learn to put out dreams once again.