i woke up in with an amazing jolt. like i was having a nightmare. i was distraught and full of fear and rage in my heart. my body would not stop persperating and i was soaked in my own sweat. my soul was bitter. my heart was bitter. my mind was full of wicked and evil thoughts. without a single idea of why i felt like this, i began to fuss and yell at the sky, which seemed pointless because it wasnt gonna solve n e of my problems and it was making me look even more stupid then i already did when i jolted of the street bench. i seem to do this often. not only to get rid of the anger but because i have to live my life without a damn thing. i have nothing. i still had a bottle of liquor in y left hand. i drank the last sip and i began to look up at the sky once again and the wind started to blow across my face witch seemed to cool me down a little bit. it was quite soothing to know i had nothing to worry about because ive lost every damn thing and person important to me. i could do whatever i wanted. without a thought of getting backstabbed or betraid by n e one n e more. ill continue to drink to get the thought of what happened to my wife and kids out of my mind so that i can once again be free. free from their deaths that put me in this ******** depression in the first place. i took another swig of my liquor and i sat back down waiting for the next day watching people walk and stare at me. im free.
-Johnathon Godleegoo Morris
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