/lit/ - Literature

>>21446918
It was my birthday yesterday. I woke up late, cooked breakfast at noon. 3 eggs, 4 pieces of toast. While eating I looked through the basement window upward to the sky. Grey clouds block out the sun and makes outside look dull and cold. I got a text message from my gf wishing a happy birthday before she started work. I sit down on the floor and breathe deeply, I feel something and empty at the same time. The kettle whistles and I stand back up to make my tea. I finish stirring and put both hands on the counter and hang my head. I question how I've made it to this point, I'm confused why I'm here, I have no point of reference for where I'm going or what is ahead of me. My mind is tumbling like it always does so I play along and sit in an internal abyss. I come to my senses and drink my tea, the overcast clears a little.

What's on my mind.