22 November 2012
I lean over the desk, intently staring past my work.
I carefully pick out the colours for the dull landscape in front of me, my gaze restless and exhausted.
As my hand hovers over the brush, I sigh.
Stop it.
Don't look up.
I will myself to pick it up, frantically trying to find the feeling in my numb fingers.
The room is a deadly silent, apart from the gentle sound of my body thudding against the table top.
"Huh?"
It's him.
Stop it.
Don't look up.
Don't look up for anyone.
Opuss № I