Why are you still here?
You should have left hours ago. Go home, it’s better there.
Here it’s terrible and boring and dying. Go home.
You are still here. Why are you still here?
You should be creating beautiful things. And dancing. But you’re still here, sitting there and staring and wasting your time. Go home.
You don’t go home. You stay. You stare. You waste your time.
And time kills.
Please go home. Spare me the guilt. Spare yourself the regret. Go home.
You are still here. You may say you’ve chosen your home. You may say you know your time. You may even enjoy sitting and staring aimlessly. I wish I can believe you but it is hard. It is hard here, at the opposite end of the line.
You may say many different things. I am still here. You are still here. We are for a few moments together but eternities are surreal and we will fade.