My mind's clouded, but at the same time, it's crystal clear.
I don't recall ever being at such a peaceful state of mind before; it's oddly relaxing. It's wonderful to know I have control of the next few moments.
Because- truly- what else have I got to lose?
The bags under my eyes have started to turn a dark violet from the consistency of their presence, my grades have dropped from the lack of concentration going on in my mind.
I honestly don't care anymore.
The only thing that's made me feel this content and at peace with life is the bottle of pills lying next to me on my bedroom floor.
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Spark
Non-FictionForest fires of memories, downgraded to a spark of a moment. *10/16/14*