Description Writing #1

You sit on the bed, bored. The walls stare at you. The door of the balcony is open a crack and sunlight is coming through it. You have again failed to achieve your daily goal. How long is it going to last? Today is not forever and some day you will have to face the ultimate truth. The ceiling fan is whirring and you don't have even one thought in your head. You just can't overcome the daily resistance. You go to work and there is the same boring stuff. It's heavy, it sucks your soul and you do not know why, because you love your job. Probably it's the people. Hell is other people, you have read it somewhere and now you feel it in your bones that it's true. It's a daily thing for you. You get out on the road to go to work. Stop at a cigarette cart and buy a cigarette and you walk to work smoking a cigarette. While returning again you get a cigarette from the cart and walk back home. There is a lot to do at work but you feel that your world has ended. The beauty in it is gone forever. Ignorance is bliss, and your ignorance has left you a long back. Now you just have a blank mind and a daily routine. The bed is warm. You get up and close the balcony door and switch the AC on. It starts getting cooler a little bit. You pick up the water bottle from the head of the bed and have three gulps of water. You replace the cap and keep the bottle back. You have to go home tomorrow. And when you go there you don't know what to do. About ninety percent of your time goes away in dealing with things that aren't even your problems. But you have to suffer as you made those things your problems, whether intentionally or not. You come home you lay in your room, thoughtless. The baige curtains shine with the sunlight filtering through them. The dressing table and the bookshelf stand facing you. The clock on the wall shows you the passage of time. You know there is no hope, except the hope of pushing through and pushing through becomes difficult when there is no hope.