02

It had been far too long since I did it. I knew right away how sore it would be and how much it would sting afterwards. They would be red and piercing but I'd look at them and know why I did that. I'd know why I felt much better but much worse for going back to old ways. This was the life and this was the ether and this was the stratosphere. It would be ten years before I'd do it again. I'd go into the bathroom and look at the past and the future, tedious and pathetic. OUTLET. I'd get into a bath and cry at streaks. REQUIEM. It was the way things were and always would be. My hair would always be light and my memories would always be red. Purple was in there somewhere, but purple made red, do you see?
It would be December and November and every single month and day and hour. They would come and go and I would have seconds where I would forget, I would remember soon. I will always remember.