Adelcanal

Reflecting. Jesus fucking Christ, sometimes it feels like that's all I do these days. How can I not? I reflect on her eyes, endless and infinite and idiotically wide as I tell her what I've done. I reflect on the tremble of her hands and my grip around the gun goes slack.
I didn't find it in the monotony of the day-to-day, nor did I find it in the navy blue haze of faces and places and people and things... I found my paradise in her glittering eyes and in the way she called my name.