Its been almost a month. A month of silence, a month of waking up dead in the middle of the nights with a sudden strange current showcasing harsher realities, a month of unhealthy words, unhealthy physical traits, unhealthy monetary realties sinking hopes with each passing day, well each passing moment. Thinking most times with that prism. trying to let go of the only thing i have some hope to look forward to. Why would a man kill the ONLY thing that he loves. The only thing that can kill all the bitterness or perhaps i am running ahead of myself?
Its been one month but ive almost lived moments.
Red should now be blue perhaps. may be even black.
I am not at ease with myself.
One month,heh