EXISTENTIALNIHILISM

On sunday evening when the sun was just shy of setting I got an overwhelming itch I couldn’t scratch in the bottom of my stomach. It caused my heart to fall into my stomach leaving me tounge tied and out of breath. I searched for reasons but couldn’t seem to find the door. I sat like a limp limb in a car all alone as the driver had parked alongside mountains to take a photograph of the canyons starry eyed at cottoncandy clouds. As I arrived home I threw myself on the floor and begin drinking the remaining of my secret stash of wine that hides beneath my bed stand.

I looked up with glassy eyes and bruised red lips and started to softly cry. I then saw the silhouette of an angel casted by the red and blue hues in my bedroom  on the ceiling right above me.

I then knew my tata had passed. I had never been religous but felt his presence more then ever.

I’d like to personally take this time to say he will be greatly missed, and has made a beautiful impact on my life. His funeral is this friday in Phoenix, Arizona. Ill be in mint(his favorite color)

Bless you rest in peace (and warmth)