Chapter 134

Excerpt taken from journal titled “RED”

Four One Three, Four One Three.

What stories can I think of at Four Thirteen?

Do you recall? My time at four twelve?

I retired my worries on the shelf.

But now at night, my eyes are wide.

My thoughts dwell on incoming tides.

Four One Three, Four One Three.

Why these numbers? What do they mean?

The chains that chain me?

My unique circuitry?

Why can’t I cut loose? Is it the material?

Was it metal? Was it ethereal? 

The matter doesn’t matter.

It’s not the tools, it’s the user.

Why do I have the tools, when I lack the power? 

Between having and not having, which would you rather? 

Reason, logic, did I miss something somewhere? 

Did my eyes miss a glimpse? Did a word miss my ear? 

Am I unjust to even think this was my loss to bear? 

Am I the joke? Was this supposed to be funny?

How stupid to think so fondly of money.

Maybe I should give up, go touch grass, plant a tree.

Anything and everything to get away from Four One Three.

Entry Over

Even now, it’s still painful to talk about but whatever. I think it’s time.