Day3nine18

9:18, on my June's day 3. Birth of our generations first, became Fridays worst promise made. One nine eight three. Ignorance defeated my innocence, that day wasn't so innocent. By the next day, one would say, I was already stripped of all my privileges. To consume and ingest an amount, pediatricians say that could lay one down to rest. In peace at six feet, wasn't the plan for he who loves me. I lost but was still left in the lead. Left but (I didn't lose) lonely wasn't a loss for me. A loss without losing, at no cost with nothing to be proven. Loose screws have been put in. Scars etched, have been like tattoos on skin. Memories have their highlights but also bring dark reminders. Pride has its pretenders that life forces us to be cordial with. Trust has become a hot commodity.