2:19 am, Thursday

Another day is down, a new scene is beginning. I'm sitting here wishing for a simpler view. The day starts to boil and slowly unfold , I'm sitting amongst paper crumbled, scattered on the floor. Early morning hours, my eyes are heavy and tired. She's taking her place on the corner where dreams and pride are betrayed. Her tears form from out of nowhere now they are falling down her face. She threatens me and insists the delirious situations formed in her head is real. Honestly I can't proceed, her words are simply obscene. She denies that she is insane Oh, and the drugs ignite the flame that manipulates her brain. She found her bag of stones; this is a prison not a home! I followed the crumbs just to be alone. An open space, no persons spared. I feel the heat, I realize now she never cared.