/lit/ - Literature

*Tip Tip Tip* It sits on the windowsill.
The sound of typing echoes across the vacant room. Well, vacant except for it. Its feet are dangling in the air. Long feet. Reminiscent of a corpse dangling from a meathook. Can you picture the dirt blond hair framing its face like a crown out of rotting straw? Do you see the tall body so thin it seems malnourished? I doubt you do. Not a lot of eyes see it these days.

What is it?

Is it a man? A child?
It is a child who feels the age of a hundred years upon its back. It is a grown man who feels at times as helpless and confused as a child does. Greedy for experience but timid in seeking life. It never tasted warmth but it desperately wants to be cold. It can not look the coming years in the eyes yet it eagerly awaits them. "Opposites justify the existence of each other", that is what it tells itself. But the contradictions tear it apart. No rest for this beast.

Do you think you know it? Think again.