Japan’s Pain

  All she feels is numb as she drives away from the past. She doesn’t even recognize her own eyes in the rearview mirror that just stare straight ahead without any real emotion. The chill of seeing that ice cold water is still prominent on her light skin. Like her blood was now the ocean’s flooding waters trying to drown her with horrid memories from the inside out. The water keeps rushing in as fast as the buildings fly by, until no more light can be seen. Dark like death, like she saw all on the streets. Her foot stays on the gas pedal to keep time and herself moving forward.

Writing Prompt: Tomorrow's always a better day...

  "Tomorrow's always a better day;" that's what my best friend would always say. So why was it that after paradise I found a house made of ashes? If my friend was right then so would've been my life. But here I am living this jinxed saying, of a day worse than the next. If only days really did end, then my problems would fade away. I'd be like that house, scarred and long gone.

[Needs more editing, but I felt like posting it. ^^]