me and the toilet.

so I had my lunch.
it was a standard chinese food.
at my desk, alone.
with the cold air coming from the air conditoner.
I had many many thoughts.
trying so hard to overcome ones fear.
and pulling out the optimist.
just for once, and for all.
but somehow strings of images rolling up.
and cornered me into a room.
where only me, a cigarette and a toilet stood.
help me.
I need no paranoia.

© frettyaulia, 12.06.08