Uselessness

Empty like an abandoned cave. Dark like the slightly lit forest when the sun runs like a river through the trees. The half smashed water bottled neglected months ago lay lifeless in the corner atop the flooring; dark colored and fuzzy tickling any hand that runs it's fingers across it. Bigger than a young child, smaller than a man. The stain on the floor creeps into the crevices and cracks leading a path to the donut and jack. The dust sneaks up and disguises the only white substance known inside; a small hand book with pages twisted and curled never noticed in the darkness that consumes when the trunk is closed.