We fantasize planets we can’t physically see without an battery operated thing. We trash the one we live on. Forget the loves ones they don’t really matter. Sin where have you gone? Photographic memory slowly fading to bleak constructions..of what we really think happend. Without any doubt’s..we still believe. Things like this just don’t happen. I look into the eyes of passing flesh, hoping to a god they won’t notice me. Writers writing poems about thing that REALLY HAPPEND. Grabbing pens that say “one day at a time.” I can’t function on this gravity. I fail. I get up and I fail. This isn’t the story of a girl who grabs her papa’s gun on the shelf so clean. Don’t baby..don’t baby. Don’t pull that trigger. They literally all scream. NO. THIS isn’t a memoir on ethics. This is just me, looking into the eyes of a young girl’s eyes who really isn’t what you think. Not a thing or an it. Just a boy buying time in pink. Listening to the trashy thing people say day after freaking day. Love where have you gone? Has judgment stolen you? This is mean looking into the souls of everybody I meet. Words come out and drip all over my book that I hide my face under. Sometimes they pour and sometimes its not more than you see. Sin where have you gone? I sit here torn apart by the people I meet. Judgment. Conviction. Morals. Three words nobody understands fully. Yet I’m told every day to look at failure and just let it kill me. Save your pistol and rope. I’m already dead. You are much to late. For this is just the beginning of a story about how I died to myself every night. Sin where have you gone? It was stolen from me on a cross.