Day 16

It feels like day three hundred and fifty, as I stare into the empty shadows that outline my silhouette. Kimber is gone, but I can't forget the reasoning behind it. Some would say I have the opportunity to get my life back and become a better man. The emptiness, forces my eyes to roll into the back of my head and experience that warm fuzzy utopia I haven't thought about since my youth.

I remember closing my eyes, after staring at the sun for too long, and experiencing a bizarre cause and effect of shapes and lines that danced underneath my eye lids long enough to keep me entertained for hours. It was like spinning in circles extremely fast before falling backwards onto a bed, or lying upside down then to suddenly sit up and feel a rush. I miss those free highs from my youth. Maybe I should resume these activities to ease my own personal hell.

Kids have it all, freedom, imagination, a naivety that I'd kill to gain once more. Where does it all go wrong? I blame junior high and peer pressure.