Coffee On Weekdays

Step Three

The office is a despondent dungeon.

A Life Story: By Daniel Howell

Why is everyone mindless?

Tell me, Phil...why are you so happy, and everyone I know impossibly depressed?

Zombies. We're like zombies.

We all come to work at the same time. Follow the same boss. Do the same work. Eat the same food. Make the same amount of money. Have an unhealthy addiction to coffee.

Am I Dan? Or is that guy next to me Dan? Is it even a boy? I can't tell.

We're losing ourselves. Nothing makes me different. Except my love for you, and my want to just, leave.

I just want happiness. I want to be like you. I want to be with you.

Would you make me happy? Do you think you could share some of yours with a lonely boy like me?

Can I tell you something?

I went home yesterday and stared at my flat for hours. I didn't move, I just let the sun dissapear.

There is nothing.

A couch. A TV. A bed. No decorations. No color.

Nothing.

You are very colorful. But would filling my house with colors bring me closer to you? Will it fill the hole in my heart?

I watch more of you to get to sleep.

I'm so young. But I'm dying.

Life isn't a race, but I feel like I'm losing.