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You run, you duck and you hide.
Sunday.
I lay on the sofa in the comforts of my rustic family room. The metal foldable table a few steps away was strewn with notes and books. A pen here, a pencil there and my trusty highlighter littered the table.
My eyes felt like they were on fire. Mucous oozed out from my eye sockets and tears welled up and flowed fast and free every few seconds.
It almost seemed like life was seeping out of me, bit by bit. My eyes were bloodshot red. I felt possessed by the devil. I looked up at the ceiling; a vast expanse of white. In my mind, I whispered my thoughts to God. If a blank white space was the last thing I see, I would be content. You never know, I may wake up blind the next day because life is unpredictable and cruel… Maybe I would “see” the world in a better light…
I feel consumed by misery.
Why, world, why?
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World, I loved you.
Hail Mary.