this morning #296.

this morning, one of the ways that his haze was manifesting itself was in the sheer aimlessness of his footsteps. he wasn’t exactly a zombie but he could definitely play one on tv. something had been shaken free inside & now it was rattling around in every direction like a pebble stuck in the sole of a worn shoe, causing him to tread lightly. in times like this, when he was half awake & fully disengaged from his fellow man, he kept himself grounded by humming “whistle while you work” to himself. whistling never was his strong suit, so he hummed. he hummed & roamed the dusty roads of the town he’d called home for his whole life. one day, one of those roads would lead him out of here.