InsaneJournal

Sometimes, his brain would confuse things; his perception and he couldn’t see out of the eye. It would only last for a flash but it was off-putting. It was like he had the reverse of phantom limbs; ghost ticks. You know, when people would lose an arm or something but had inclinations that it was still there. It was like even though he had a new eye, he felt like it wasn’t there sometimes. Maybe it was a greater power’s way of telling him that he messed with fate reinstating his twenty/twenty vision. He shook his head dismissively at the train of thought he had ran away with and refocused his attention on what he came in the bathroom to do in the first place. He pulled out the red toothbrush from it’s holder and drenched the head in Colgate. Scrub from top to bottom, top to bottom. There was this faint enjoyment he got from brushing his teeth. an accomplished feeling being able to combat germs and gingivitis with a tiny brush and paste. If only demons could be vanquished so easily. He poured some water in a tiny glass and knocked it back, swishing it around before spitting into the sink. Right after, he made that noise you can't help but to make after doing something really refreshing. “Ahhh.”

It seems that when I ran away from my past,
all my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back.
But now I think it's time I realize self pity's meaningless.
Though I'm 10 feet deep,
I'll claw my way back out from in my grave.

Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up.
So I'll blame it on bad luck and I'll shake responsibility
and say a hard life did this to me.

; Blame it on bad luck - Bayside