Reflection

As he sat there and reflected on the recent current events, he was suddenly overwhelmed by the utter nuisance of bitterness. 

"The rage and anger I feel is unbearable"

He wrote.

He clenched his jaw as he spilled the meaningless words out onto the canvas hoping that writing would make him feel any better. 

He was wrong. 

For he knew that everything that he imagined had come true.

That it was all over. 

His world became a storm.

The sky collapsed. Buildings crumbled. The ground cracked open wide spewing out bland colors and he stood there. Watching as the grey blackened everything out, clouding the sunshine and rainbows of what he thought was real.

The dark, dismal, dull grey clouded everything of what he once was, changing him and there was nothing else left except for the utter nuisance-- bitterness.

He stopped writing, crumbled up the paper, and muttered to himself,

"And it's all your fault."