It always begins with a good day. Until events take a cataclysmic turn and climax to the grand finale (generally an incalculable source of misery): off the Richter scale; one hundred and fifty percent; a barely palpable heat which consumes your very being. Like a blunt knife in the hands of a typical villainous character – on the surface it looks laughable. Until it screams ‘deadly.’
Happiness seems to be a double edged sword, as if lives have lead up to this moment: an air of ecstasy, rushing through the atmosphere to find its lover. Until its friend is thwarted by its opponent’s BB gun.
My life is full of confusion; to the brim with raw emotions which I’d rather not be feeling right now.
And the most painful thing? You sat there, turning a blind eye to your own actions whilst tirading mine.