4-30-2019

Is it over yet?

Draping my blanket over my head. The sun glowing through the red fabric it’s made from. Mother Nature looks so happy outside. The splendor of warm rays caressing the leaves of trees gently blowing in the wind. I burn with envy. Cold chills of loneliness undress me and strip me to the bone, my teeth chatter and click like I’m freezing from the inside. Growing distant and colder. Imagining my blanket as a dark cavern. I have found a corner to piss in. This is where I sleep. Bitter.