What To Do?

Paris Stigger

IG: @_.paris__

“Limbo” | Raven Smith | 2019

The ceiling fan slowly circles around
Creating a brief gust of wind that caresses my skin
As I stare, everything around me starts to blur
“What is going to be done today?”
The clock gets louder and louder
with each tick and tock
My body remains motionless as if I’ve become a new piece in an exhibit waiting to be seen by the masses
“What to do?”
“What to know?”
“What?”
Wh... maybe, no
Finally getting up and looking around to see the sun that once smiled abandoned me
Five hours have passed
9:00am becomes 2:00pm
Monday becomes Saturday
“What to do?”
“What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
Nothing feels right
Nothing is right
Is there something wrong with me?
The brain that I once loved has become a museum filled with empty space
The tv I once thrived on has become a
collection of static The smile I once used has
become a mask to fool people “What to do?”
Wh... maybe, no
I float around this unknown territory like an astronaut exploring space except
there’s no stars

no galaxies
no planets
Just a vast huge space of darkness
My room becomes my kitchen
Downstairs becomes my work place
Day by Day
Life becomes one depressing loop
filled with blank film with the exception of the complete one... The complete one
The spark that I hold on to dearly
Cradling it like a mother with her child
Until it’s gone
The spark
The complete one
I’m used to it leaving
Used to it evaporating as if it’s ice melting on a summer hot day Maybe, no
“Maybe I...”
...No
“How about...”
...No
“Well what to do?”
I think to myself as my body droops revealing my true nature my true intention
I lay down with tears
As the ceiling fan slowly circles around Creating a brief gust of wind that
caresses my skin “What to do?”
....”Nothing”
“I’m going to do nothing”