Tapping away.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Restless moments and repetitive beats. The foul odor of stale cigarettes and coffee. Detached and connected. Numbed sensations and gray vision. Surrounded by people yet completely alone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Cannot sit still. Nervous and anxious, bottled up into one dazed mind. Droning on yet sitting still. The bitter aftertaste and acrid smoke kill the senses. Tap. Tap. Tap. Focus. Function. Finish. Running in place, striving for something just out of reach. Realizations and dreams falling away. Desperately grasping with a weakened grip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Slowing the pace. Consciousness and perception suffocating to dark.