Yesterday I killed myself. This feeling; it is non-specific, weak, overwhelming during realisation. I sat watching myself yesterday, videos of a slow guitar, and sad words.
I sat, oddly captivated by myself, and at moments forgetting it was me. I sat, for hours. And today, I sat; no longer interested in myself, nor any other self.
The fact I am still here, however, has reigned in my attention with far more aplomb. I have no blood in my veins, nor pain in my heart, but mind is present and my body still adheres to my command.
I have no reflection. If I am able to leave this room, I would not wish to do so. Regardless, I cannot find the exit. If this is a dream, I hope never to wake.