2014-08-16 - 10:40 a.m.

This day sparkles, is vibrant and alive, while I am dead inside it, the hard and inedible pit surrounded by juicy fruit, and never to seed or become something other than a stone. This day ripe and bright, though I am hard and dry. My doom seeping from my skin and infecting everything around me. The way that sometimes fruit will rot from the inside out, this is the way I exist within this world.