Another Day.

The clouds hovered like evil angels, something malevolent in the red from the rising sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at morning...

Another day, another beginning.

Below my broken down window was the rest of the world. Silently beginning it's passionate day of life.

I remembered the tossing and turning, feeling the sense of freedom I had, reassuring myself with all the warmest memories. That’s all I did that past night. That’s all I’d do every night. I stared at my arm, glowing red in the morning sun. My glare shifted to my bedside mirror, where I noticed the purple bruise on my shoulder, running straight down my back. Then there they were, the cold, vicious eyes glaring at the back of my head. I’d noticed them too late, they’d seen what I’d done. They’d seen my tears. I looked away, and got up. Slowly the eyes retreated, preparing themselves for the time of truth.
“Prepare yourself. The sky is empty and all hell is loose... ”. Isn’t that what she used to say? The truth she uncovered before she cowardly exited this world, before she left me, before her wish came true.

I stared out of the window, muttering my only thought under my breath…

The clouds are the evil angels, exposing everything malevolent in the red from the deadly sun. I'm no sailor, but the adage holds firm: red sky at another morning...