Perfect
Seven: Answers
The sky is dark and there are a few, but not many stars. I lean on the green rail that runs along the bridge over the canal. The wind whispers past me. I stare into the water of the canal, the blackness that never seems to end.
If think about how cold that water would be. I shiver at the thought.
A tear snakes down my face, drying very quickly; I’m breathing quickly, trying to stop myself from bursting into tears.
How did my life become such a mess?
I’ve asked myself this question for years.
I still haven’t found the answer.
If think about how cold that water would be. I shiver at the thought.
A tear snakes down my face, drying very quickly; I’m breathing quickly, trying to stop myself from bursting into tears.
How did my life become such a mess?
I’ve asked myself this question for years.
I still haven’t found the answer.