Unforgivable. A by product of human contact. A constant noise of ideas where masses invade individual perspective. A solution that contradicts its initial alarm. Hanging dead from the clouds, I stare at the heavens I remember hearing about as a child. I begin to hallucinate and i am back home with her. My wounds are covered in leeches, but she whispers ill be ok. I open my mouth in response and pus pours out like a faucet. She laughs, brushes out the hair from my eyes and leans in for a kiss. Our lips part as she takes my hand and leads me into a white room. We all have a Christ to crucify. Judge one, not compared to another, but treat them all the same. The frugality of consistency in the way we live our lives.