contrary

I'm roaming around my room under dim purple and orange lights, guided by Jack's sinister expressions. One hand is behind my back in a clenched fist, and the other at my face, the thumb and forefinger of which pinching my chin. I'm a captain in his quarters plotting his next move against the world.

Goofy's in the corner wondering what shall become of me, his nose literally in the pages of a book.

"Why do you place your feet in the same spaces its was in only moments ago?" He asks. "Aren't they displeased with familiarity?"

I loathe the answer so I keep it to myself forgetting that his mind and mine are one and the same. He laughs at my seclusiveness. I do the same. Our laughter reverberates through the walls casting off dust and granting them motion from their indifference. I thought I desired company, but I can see I have pleny of it; always and forever.

Tomorrow I go to the swap meet and drown myself in perusing eyes. I couldn't be anymore alone.