Fragments Chapter 1 Page 2

would be one more step towards getting his mind back in order.

His blood stained hands leave grubby finger prints on the edges of the pages as he flicks through the worn looking notebook. He stops at an entry, it’s about her again.

Let it all end now, ideal as I reminisce,

Far from the grim truth of reality.

Like a rock star suicide,

An immaculate memory prevails.

Blemishes removed, imperfections overlooked,

Or even celebrated.

His mind is a mess… the world, even more so. Whatever happened in the last few days has left a gap in his memory