Seal of Secrecy
Monday, November 27, 2006
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional literary composure of board room meetings. Due to lack of secrecy, the character's name and identity will not be revealed.
I feel so disconnected from everything. Emotionless, in a sense. And in another, full. Too full.
Today I sat through a meeting just past noon, letting my eyes gaze numbly through the window that lay perpendicular to me, all of Manhattan stretching out before me, its gray sky swallowing the tops of buildings. To both sides of me were their concerned faces -- brows wrinkled, eyes fixed upon me. Its like they were looking right through me.
Notes were scrawled in black in a small lined book which I duly noted was perfectly kept, not a crease in it. I tried to see exactly what was being written, but the ink fell from its pen too quickly and in lines too small to be legible from where I was sitting.
I've become little words on paper; a file; a case.
And yet they still don't know my secret that I've kept so well concealed beneath this flesh. I may be unraveling at the seams and spilling out in every which way, but its still here. I'm still here.
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