And In the Wind of Tragedy, I Walk the Coal-Stained Hallway

When I close my bloodshot eyes, I disappear into a world without the thoughts that keep me awake. Imagine a horizon with the thick smog of agony and suffering not existing. I imagine a love so pure and consistent, opening my lips to rejoice a thanks that will never amount to the joy awakening my faith. I imagine a life with no greed and jealousy towards others but an existence engined through the glory of an unknown miracle worker. When I close my bloodshot eyes, all my pain becomes tranquility. All the weeds flourish with flowers of every color and every beautiful fragerence. But now, my eyes are seemingly sewn open as I face the crowded streets, my back to the orange horizon glaring its beauty against the calm seas...