Monday, July 13, 2009

wood reinforced scenery

Nights like this appear, grays seep over the other colors and turn the world bleak.

Sometimes i wonder how long it will take. It had felt as though your stains were leaving me, life had hope, it made sense to start taking steps again.

No matter how much time has elapsed it returns like it is that first night i realized my mistake in ruining us.

i returned "home," the word struggling to sound sincere and couldn't walk through the door. i sat in my backyard weighing the darkness inside, the home empty of my family.

i have never hated someone so much in my life. i don't believe i have ever hated someone before.