empty closed spaces

the room was chaoticly random. the unopened suitcase, he had just moved in some days back and he was still feeling exhausted from all the moving out of his old apartment work. the half empty lays , the glass of milk getting colder with time. he was not hungry anymore , maybe he was but there was no will in him to eat anything right now. he had a deadline for tomorrow, it just loomed over his head. his eyes half open yearned for that 12 hour uninterrupted sleep. random voices from outside did not make himself feel any better.
he was not exactly working, all the code did not make any sense to him now. there were just random alphabets. he knew what was happening ... it was one of those phases. try hard as he might there was no option but to ponder and screw his mind over it. these phases happened just out of the blue , when things seem perfectly normal and he felt perfectly fine happy and content with what he was working on , looking forward to the new things that will happen in his life. but his eyes felt more sleepy , he hardly felt awake today .....
he realized he needed closure. not closure of what is , but a closure of what was. he did no longer need anything more , but just an explanation of what did happen. an answer to WHY ! that will satisfy him. right now he could hear the why from inside his mind. there were only two perfectly good and right answers.
black or white , right or wrong , heads or tails , 0 or 1.
sometimes he decided yes the fault was not his .. then things would seem perfectly fine .but then again weeks later something would hound him saying maybe he was at fault. it felt really crazy, he felt like he could not rest. but then there was no way to know. if only someone could put his worries at ease.