Red

I am up above the clouds

the sky is red

I wish I was happy

The door's keyhole is broken. I can see through it

I don't sit down and write anymore. I forget I even have a journal until I have a story to share. Never a good story. But a story nonetheless. Not a story my mom would want shared. Maybe because she is embarrassed. Just disappointed I guess. I am not really sure. I think she is worried.

She fell asleep hard that night. She was still wearing her clothes from the day. The lipstick was faded, it wasn't hers. Her dress was wrinkled when she woke. It was wrinkled when she went to bed. It was wrinkled when she left the last bed. She could smell the candle that burned.

The lipstick was faded

It wasn't hers.

It was red

I don't remember what I said that night

but I bet you I'd regret it if I knew.

I bet a tree just fell down. What do you think it took with it?

birds

branches

leaves

bugs

the air

I have ideas but don't finish them. I never finish anything.

Thoughts

Sentences

Conversations

The lipstick was faded

and it was mine

I looked through the keyhole that night

it was red

I wish I was happy