Sitting….
Hot tea….
Sunsets….

All things that kept me amused, slowly seemed to fade away with the pluck of a guitar
string.

I just look out of my window.
See the blinds to my right sway with nature’s undying breath.

Taunting me…
That undying breath calling me.
Appealing to my weakened self.
I move my hand to caress the barrier.
I catch a glimpse of myself through the window.
My face resets

I sink slowly back to my chair.
I see the blue butterflies pass left to right.
I keep staring with bloody eyes.
They’re all too pretty.
It burns but I can’t look away.
Then my neighbor comes out to throw trash outside and they disappear.

All gone so fast that it didn’t register.
*sigh*.
Mother…
Ah forget it.

I smoke another cigarette and wait.