The Black Truth

Too Lost

Truth sucks they say
Rougher and stiffer as long as you stay
Unraveling it is harder than carbon fiber
Telling it isn't always better
Heart aches are somehow the only way to pay

The world is full of sceneries as beautiful as accepting the truth yet here  I am on another sunny warm day handcuffing another murderer.

sure it felt good but he smelled like rotting fish.

it was another bad day at work this criminal kept escaping but finally we caught him.

As I step into the police station the douche canew called my boss approaches me and spits his demoralizing words in his regular sarcastic tone
- Good job sloth!

So as a part of my daily ritual I ignore him and go inside to change my clothes the thoughts devouring my mind as always then head home.

as I open the door my husband greets me with a casual "yo" and since I'm too tired to even use my voice I just throw my keys anywhere and get comfy by lying on his thighs.

Ray - my husband-is the most beautiful human being to me with his cheerful and calm personality, his honey tan skin, bald head and dark green eyes.

He was peacefully reading his book when I planted my head into his lap our eyes met and all my hardships melted away then he replaced them with butterflies by printing a soft kiss on my lips.

He shifts his concentration back into his book and I drift away in my sea of memories trying to fish for the lost ones.

I actually don't have any memories before the age of 30. I just ran away from the darkness to find this absolute gorgeous of a  man staring back at me and telling me that I've been in a coma for a whole year and that I have been married to him  for over 4 years and worked as a police officer for 2.  

things weren't perfect and the ocean of depression swollowed me right away.

My Savior  was my one and only Ray who stayed holding my hand strongly in rehab when my body failed me.

during those hard times I questioned if I had parents or siblings or even friends but the answer to that was they died during the car crash, the shock wasn't easy but at this point my emotions were diluted.

I tried to remember  time and time again but to no avail  the memories of the whole trip that resulted in my misery were faded.

When I went back to work it was in a completely new state, because we decided to paint a new page, so everyone kept their respect as colleagues but never concidered me as a friend, fortunately Ray made my life bloom into a beautiful butterfly and that's how I continue to preserve my happiness today 2 years after that life changing event.

I finally felt cozy enough to close my eyes and just listen to my husband's heartbeat repeat itself infinitely but in just under a second the sound of life hugging my ears stopped completely.

when I opened my eyes I thought I went blind...

                     To be continued...