"I know she didn't...she couldn't have..."
        I sit here, contemplating what the future holds for me. The occasional sirens going off nearby continue to constantly bring me back into reality, only for me to drift off into what could only be described as a "deep sleep." Being lost in one's mind can be a dangerous adventure, for one may never know if they can escape the horrors the mind has in store for those who wander too deep into the rabbit hole. The dim lights emphasizes gloominess, which doesn't really help me out. Though I would try to keep my mind busy with such tasks as reading a book or actually doing something productive, it would always find a way to retreat back into the dark and dank cove it calls a home.
        "I know she will be back soon."
        Though the seconds turn into minutes and the minutes turn into more minutes, it all seems relative to me. There seems to be little I can do about it, but to try to enjoy the time I have. Sadly, that seems to be a bit far-fetched for me since my mind wants to be stuck in the past and always worry about what could have been. All those decisions I made; some were probably not the most well-thought out. Why didn't I think more about it? Was it because I wanted the thrill of not worrying about the consequences of the future and only to enjoy what is happening now? It was a land-mine just waiting to explode, for all it took was just one...little . . . mishap.
        "I know if only I just do not forget about her."
        Until I can escape the prison I established for myself, I must be content with the static state I  have put my body in. None of the joys of feeling the warm, cool temperatures of the outside world. I even miss the smell of forget-me-knots gliding in the breeze. Heh, I always loved forget-me-knots. I remember giving them to a girl I really liked one time. After I asked her out, in which she promptly said yes, I discovered she was moving a few days later. Before she left, I arrived at the train station with bruises on my feet and sweat on my forehead. In my hand I held a bouquet of crumpled flowers: forget-me-knots. I handed them to her with my eyes revealing the tiredness in my body. She approached me to give me one final kiss...and then she walked away. There was no "see you soon" or a "I'll be back before you know it", but a tiny peck on the cheek.
        I know she didn't forget about me."
        I never heard from her again after that. I would wait in my recliner, just staring at the door in the hopes mail specifically made for me was made. Well the seconds turns to minutes and the minutes turned to days and the days turned into weeks and so forth. Just sitting there, in my dusty recliner, I see the mail coming in again. Rushing toward it, I lunge at the mail. Sifting through it, I discovered what I have been waiting for. This piece of mail had to be from her! Oh how I waited for this moment to come! Without hesitation, I began to open the mail that held the piece of paper I have been waiting for so many years to come. Inside I would see that it was her handwriting, and that she had invited me to her wedding.
 
I was crushed.
 
I was heart-broken.
 
I felt cold.
 
I fell to the floor, too numb to even care.
 
I didn't have the strength get back up. There was no point in trying. All I wanted to do was to escape back into my mind, only to wonder the world I created in. A happy world. A perfect world. A world that wouldn't forget me.