Sunday at 4:01

My eyes are a little bigger. My knowledge is broader. The last week has been so eventful I do not know what to do with myself. It’s like all my hard work has shown... All my weaknesses as well. My Life is still here. It’s like i am back at the start and I can’t possibly do anything worse. Its is only up from here. The sky is a little bluer but the leafs on the trees are falling off, weather is a little cooler. My blood is a little colder. My bones are like old rusty pipes...They need to be replaced soon. I can’t tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like. there are gunshots and I am fine with it. I am bleeding out why am I not screaming for help? why am i not screaming for life? Painted memories being burned at the stake beautiful oil filled colors on the burning wall feeling the heat from the cold. Stepping in a hot room, my body unthaws pain fills the skin. In the end. The fire on the wall will be put out. The pain on my skin will be gone. The magazine in the hate filled gun will be empty. Just like that. My eyes are a little bigger. My knowledge is broader. My Life is still here. It’s like i am back at the start and I can’t possibly do anything worse. Its is only up from here.