"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid"-Albert Einstein

This time my lights are on. The darkness has left me to shrivel in the glare of reality. I blast music to numb my mind but to no avail; my fears cloud my mind and ever so slightly squeeze my heart. And with each second, the pulse beats faster and faster speeding through the night. The grip tightens as I think of the future. Abstract and beautiful it swirls in front of you, and only you can shape it with your own hands. But those creations of mine always drip with black sludge. Tainted and ugly they trail behind me growing eyes to stare at my back and pierce my soul with glares. Of taunt. Of disdain. Of hatred. They all laugh at me. And I walk on afraid. The clutch around my heart grasps desperately again and my soul flickers under the pressure. The blood spurts and oozes out of the cracks in the hand and slowly dribbles on the gray floor. While I gasp and struggle, slowly dying.