Finally Human Thoughts on being a person

A meal out

The room is dark and the smell of spices hangs in the air. The waiter comes and takes our orders. Tonight we're eating curry at a charming local place.

Conversation starts.

Mindless trivia

Pathetic tales of nonsense

Two people who work full time, own a nice house outside of London drive nice cars and have nice lives.

Yet over the dinner table, conversation is strained and awkward. There is nothing to discuss.

My heart is troubled.

In a dark place with a smell hanging in the air.

I want to cry.

'God, this can't be my life

Please Lord, save me from this

I don't want to become my parents'

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About i.burgess

I pretend to be a writer. I inconsistently love my friends. I often make a fool of myself. I am loved beyond measure.