Faint

I don't want to see anymore

I don't want to wear my glasses.

I don't want to see, because it only reminds me.

The past is so faint.

Love is something that I do not know.

Shane was so beautiful. I remember him.

But only yesterday was when I did.

His dark brown eyes and beautiful pale white inked body. I wanted him so bad.

Then he was gone.

Burning Rice used to be the one thing that I lived for. The rush. The speed. The bliss that was mine.

Now that memory is faint.

Hours pass by so quickly.

Days go by like they never were.

Prison just like boredom is a state of mind. Not a state of being.

The bars and concrete walls in my mind can't be scaled or taken down.

So many have been. So many have gone.

The memories are becoming blows to my very being.

All that is. All that was

Is now faint