She lines up eight glasses of water, perfectly in a row across the counter. Blood rushing to her head, weak at the knees. Each glass partners with exactly four sleeping pills. She will need no more, no less. What’s the difference between right and wrong, when the world around you is going to hell?
One by one, she’ll drink away her life, praying, “Oh dearest Lord, help me fall asleep, and never let myself awake. Keep me close to you, to my dreams and fantasies.”
She feels the darkness covering the sky. Goodbye.
Bhahaha, you’re too nice. Thanks for the encouraging words mi amigo! :D
I’ve got the dream, I just need the drive. It’s time to stop wishing and start working.
I think we just discovered a new flavor for our ice cream parlor!
Is not gold.
I need to let go. I need to let go.
Help me let go.