September 1st
I see the red sky.
I see it everyday. It is not the creation of the human imagination. It is the creation of reality. It is as real as the hair on my head and the blade in my hand. It has become my reality and I no longer fear it. The blue sky I used to is just a remnant of my past. I have gazed the sky for a long time, waiting for the sky to change. For five years since IT happened, I have began gazing and waiting. It has become my hobby. It is my grudge.
'The sky reminds me of what my life has become I have never felt such strong desire to kill. The blade in my hand and the hair in my head are the signs of what my reality is.
My heart is empty and searching. Vanity is all but gone and life is something to discover.
Childhood is meant to be meaningful but mine is just the bitter stab in the heart.
I am struggling. Everyday I struggle. Something in me is stirring. Whether it is the grudge that I must search or the great avarice that I felt, It is my reality. It is my life to whom I have failed to commit. When others have hope in this time, I have simply despair. When there are others who find others, I have simply myself to trust. Yet I do not trust myself.
The red sky, I see it again. It is almost nighttime and the full amber moon ascends from the pitiful horizon.
I am living in a nightmare
And it was all his entire fault.
