"The purple trees are all agape at the saturated blanket of green where they slumber! The vividity has shocked them awake! The green bright shining trees bow meekly to their eggplant-hued leaves! O, for pigments rich and true! Rain makes the Earth hum with a flourishing quenched health!"

Whatever I found this dusty respite, I am now disposing of in favor of ferocity. Waiting has churned my insides. I've noticed that the walls are much too white on the edges of sleep, and that the softness beneath my aching body is too warm, too close. I am wrecking these broken shades with my determined fists and replacing the monotony there with the bright red of my torn throbbing knuckles.

Let's see if ripping things to shreds doesn't make me feel better.

eva y are you so distressed........talk to me please