Sitting….thinking….I take a sip of my water bottle and begin wishing there was something stronger in there.

Something I could get drunk off of.

Drunk to the point where I don’t care anymore.

Drunk to the point where I don’t remember anything.

Drunk to the point where I can sleep.

Sitting…..thinking….I place my fingers on my temple to release the pressure and begin wishing there was something more dangerous there.

Something to end it.

End my suffering.

End the memories.

End my insomnia.

Sitting….thinking….I draw a picture and begin wishing I could see.

Somewhere to go.

See something I could run to.

See something I could do.

See something that hints at an end.