Fed Up !

He sat there so dam fed up!
The screen just stood there, completely white, utterly blank.
Obviously he understood why it was so – it was merely the reflection of his weariness.
Every now and then, he’d close his eyes and try to make sense of things but it was as if all the possible answers had hidden themselves and so, to him,
it was no surprise he felt that way.
Actually, it had been like that for some time now.
Many and different thoughts and feelings crossed his mind.
Silent screams and contained shouts ripped threw his body leaving
him more and more hollow.
He wondered if this was what losing out was really all about.
Or, maybe, perhaps things in life just were the way they were.
Simple.
Why try to dig deep into issues?
Why bother trying to change ways?
Why even consider believing in…tomorrow?

To others he might say : Keep the faith! Believe!
To others he might give the impression it’d all be alright the end.
To others…
What was he really to others?

Well, he knew the answer to that, it’d all become to obvious.

So…it’d be…just another night.
The blank, white screen, waiting to be filled…
It wasn’t so bad.
He’d give it a shot.
Oddly enough, sometimes it kind of worked out rather nicely…