by stanley lieber
"I am strong." Daisuke’s mind smashed through itself. He was ready.
"I am me." Daisuke discerned the light. It was bright.
"It’s okay." On this day, Daisuke gave a shit. Really.
"I am healed." Daisuke went through the motions, contentedly.
"I know what you’re thinking." Daisuke gulped. The words were stuck in his throat.
"You don’t know me at all." Daisuke was sure. Right?
"I know what I’m doing." Daisuke’s third eye opened upon a curious vista. He focused.
"Words I manifest." Daisuke performed a freestyle vocalization.
"Now I’m nothing." Daisuke’s face drained of color and he climbed down off of his desk. His last day at the office would leave an impression. The operator withheld comment until Daisuke had taken his small box of belongings and vacated the office. At which point he turned in his swivel chair to gaze down upon the city, whispering to himself, "What was that all about?"
There was no one left to respond.