The Story Of A Man Named NAME!

Time passed a few days before he woke up back to reality completely. From the way he told it. It was just basic rehab at an inpatient facility. In and out of fallen spells of relapse and second thoughts along with a few escape attempts. But now he was back home. Once again sitting there alone. On the same dingy couch in the same dingy seemed to be abandoned house. 1

He spent his days fidgeting thinking of something out of sorts. But it really was nothing really. The drugs still had him sedated at least now they were prescribed. But they just didn't take the edge off like his favorite poisons. Papers still scattered the floor. They've become more abundant over the past few weeks. To much on his mind. So much that just isn't there.2

Insanity.3

Complete and utter obscurity.4

Transparent.5

His skin as transparent as an old woman of the age of 98 and about to turn in. Sleep deprived and tortured. But simply awake. Awake without reason without cause.6

This whole thing started out in a different places. But without something to live for this all becomes a desolate place. We all start out as children and awake as an old hag one day. Just bitter and cold. The type that when someone mentions our names we become the "Oh, wow! They're still alive?". We all want to become something by the end of our lives. But to cave or fold makes us bitter.7

Drowning.8

Passive.9

Blank.10

What if the end was just solid. A brick wall that you can hit at intense speeds. Wouldn't that be a better way to go out. Just with a big fucking bang! Although some believe in nothing and some believe in something. There is an end and its coming at the highest velocity. Faster then a star's light reaching earth.11

Self.12

Reflective.13

When this started out I was just a writer. Now you have an opinion and a story to tell. I am just the dude behind a broken keyboard. Staring at a screen and typing. Simply creative. Where is your hearts? What are your thoughts?14

-NAME