translucent

Thoughts ... memories ... torture, I live inside my head, day after day. ... I am ... a man so different from what was of yesterday. My insides, squirm and burn with each thought, like a heavy sinking feeling settling deep inside my gut. I used to paint with numbers, now I paint with time Seconds overlap into hours my soul has withered, time makes me tired. The sky a canvas ... ... pastel colors ... blue, purple, pink and grey. I've become now a better man these days. Thoughts ... actions ... reactions ... If she comes back I promise I'll be good enough .... Help me sort through my burlap sack of burdens