Just Swel-

tering outside. I think...it looks like it anyway, I haven't been out. I guess this is what happens when I start a blog in summer. I been thinking hard about two writing projects in mind which bring it to a total of three projects. I'm gonna keep them close as I think they will be my aces in the hole. In the meanwhile here's something else I've done.

Blood Stained

I sit staring at the brown and grueling ring wrapped around the drain. The water keeps punching me in the face; I blink it out of my eyes. My hands turn soggy. I think my shower is done.

Still wearing my bleach stained coffee color towel, I examine the washing machine that holds my shirt and pants captive. A soggy damp solitary confinement. I had a stain on my shirt sleeve, an accident.

“He wears his heart on his sleeve” my textbook spoke of a man much like myself. An ego filled with naivety and athlete’s foot. I play hard, push myself to the limit. That’s also how an unfortunate incident occurred.

I was ambushed by our rivals, my mind was somewhere else. They smashed into me and I felt my heart stop. Before my eyes closed, I saw twins, double visions of everything.
I’m alive though. Perhaps it was not by happenstance that I survived. Maybe I’m supposed to live this way.

I feel like a robot, something artificial keeps me alive. My handsome looks have faded, my smile has become extinct. But I still push myself and wear my heart on my sleeve. I just have a harder time getting the blood stains out.