4 May 2012
The sun is gone. Nowhere to be seen. Around me people are shouting and running. All I crave is silence and solitude. This story is not a romance. This story is not anything listed. This story is life. This is MY story.
My name is Thomas, Thomas Cope. I am an only child. I am sat here on a new house that I have bought. Apparently, no one knows what happened to the previous owner. Some say he jumped off the roof, some say he was dreaming, and got dragged off to a mental home. I don't care, all I know, is that this is a new leaf for me.
I walked through the door and straight away I found my place in this apartment. A big window overlooking the harbour and a windowsill that I can sit on.
So I sat on my windowsill and looked out, I can't be bothered with anything right now. So I sat on the windowsill and looked out, onto the harbour, the boats coming in with their catch.
I looked up at the clock on the wall, 00:04. Broken. I have to put that on my to do list.
I have no feeling but to wonder about the history of this apartment, just something that interests me.
Loss of liberty part 2 coming soon...
The Loss Of Liberty • Opuss № I