One Man’s Story

It is pretty hard to accept, but I might as well admit it. It is what I face when I wake up with the warm morning sunlight moving across my walls until I bury away my last thought in the darkness of each night. This unhappiness has deadened my once smiling blue eyes and this frustration has painted a frown upon my young face. A weariness will hang over my body like iron until the day all the memories are thrown in a box and sealed away with time. It is what I had to teach myself and what I want...