I view my life as a tragically beautiful painting. I can either destroy my grand masterpiece that I had spent years to bring into existence, or I could recycle the happiness and euphoria I had once experienced and make the ugly strokes of my present life beautiful again.
It's not that I want to forget all the pain of my disastrous lifestyle for that is what creates us as human beings, but to be completely honest, I just loathe reality.
I raised my head from the murky, lukewarm bath water I had been submerged in for the past couple of minutes. A strong wave of loneliness had hit me within the first few seconds of me breathing above the water. He was gone. When will I next see that beautiful face that had been crafted by the wrath of God? Only the artist can decide how his work of art will look like, but unfortunately the artist has no control of how that masterpiece will be perceived by others.
I gripped the edges of the bathtub, pulling myself up from the liquid I had exuded my deepest emotions into. I clutched a soft, royal blue towel from the side of the bathroom counter and wrapped the warm, velvet like material around my benumbed body. I gave a vague stare at my own reflection, every imperfection suddenly emerged skin deep. It's like all the emotional scars inside of me had become physical pain, but the wounds were bleeding despair not blood. How could he of done this to me, how could he of taken her away from me. I loved my mother with every inch of my existence.. And now she must meet her maker. I don't know if I can move on from this unbearable should of sadness that surrounds my body. If your listening to me mum, I just want you too know that I will always love you and until we next meet.
Goodbye, my everything.
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Tame Our Love
Teen FictionI lit my first cigarette of that warm summers night. The sun had just begun to set and the vibrant red tones that bled through the sky reflected onto my bare face. The heat of the falling sun was nothing compared to the warmth I felt inside at this...
