I sit here. Alone at the kitchen table.
Someone has turned out the lights.
However, it does not phase me.

I just sit. I stare.

Stare at the pills.
The certificate.
Then back at the four orange vessels.

Just staring. Thinking.

Thinking about acomplishment and pain.
Seeing the two in front of me makes me realize.
Realize what's important to me.

What matters in my life?

Thousands of emotions cloud my mind.
My head fills with lead.
I feel as though my neck will snap.

It's too much.

My neck gives way.
My head collapses into my hands.
Staring down at the paper.

Just a paper.

A paper which defines my existence.
Perhaps I'm thinking too much again.
I rise to leave.

The ink begins to run.