Current mood:	touched
Current music:	rain

his life is falling down into a million peices. the rain falls down out side into a million peices . no one saw it coming. only thoes who pay attention will see when its gone. but never the less, it will be absent from their minds once it has passed. the smoke from his cigerett makes beautiful designs when it is exhaled, the randomness makes it beautiful.
"there is no way out" he says, the only witness a dear that has been observing his actions since he steped out side. the cold metal of the gun in his hand. fantastic images are playing in his head. thoughts of ending it.




****the gun is fired, the blood makes beautiful designs when it is forced from his head, the randomness makes it beautiful. only thoes who pay attention will notice when it is gone. the rain that is.****

right now it ends, he says to himself. the rain or me.

he looks around with no end in sight. no end of the pain, hurt, guilt. but most importantly, the rain.



a sharp, piercing sound fills the air.

the dear continues watching, the only observent to what has happened.


beautiful designs of red have been sprayed on the wall behind him.











the randomness makes them beautiful