Pills

Xavier tools some nabs here and there, the computer bright radiance glowed into his darkroom revealing the entangled clothes.

Nabing onto his computer keyboards, clicking and pressing the key in a repetitive action.

He can't seem to get something onto his mind, he rubbed his eye from the distressed.

He couldn't figure.

An apology note to his family.

His family meant everything to him but he rarely meet his family for decades.

Clicking his tongue, he can't imagine, those desolated years.

New jobs and a tiring 9 shift.

He been going through, a long sin; he hid from his father sight.

He did troubling things, and deep down he tried to fit his father submitting. Into his father path as a pastor a preacher.

He closed the laptop and cried.

He can't imagine.

A tear in his father eyes, it hurts him. The truth hurts more than lies because lies are truth for those who hear, but those hearing truth are felt beyond the bastions of hopelessness that are build from lies.

His father had a vision.

His mother has her children's

His brother has there games.

His sisters have their play.

He was always a story teller.

But things have changed, closing his eyes.

Laying onto the mattress, drowsy in the darkness, he waited to long.

It's time to let go.

It's time for my sins, my life, my actions, my accounts.

To let go.

He sobered and bit his tongue, helding back the tears.

"but not here, not here."

The medical bills building up piles like hills on apartments floor.

He took pills from the bathroom mirror, and jolt some into his mouth.