No one ever wakes up and says "I'm gonna be bad today"
    Instead we awake to the traumas of our other life we so desperately want to escape either to or from.

I was dying!
  This could be interpreted in many ways, though most would assume literally.
Slowly the insides of my soul were on fire, as I never thought tomorrow would come. Yet, here we are first year of university almost done.

I was in university!!!

Blaze got herself the best law man in all of D'Lawerence in Mr. Omen. She was right set on placing the blame of the fire, her scar and her tattered life on any of the friend group, especially Theodora whom she once befriended.

Preparations for the year end party through student union were well on their way. All the classmates gathered with alumni to put together a final plan of action for the ultimate 1st year extravaganza.

Cady made a point of keeping her big mouth shut for once as she feared Manny would publicly humiliate her with any hint of her past.
Theodora watched her from a far with Howie by her side calming her nerves about any potential big reveal.
His career was rocky due to the allegation, but Oil partners are quick to forget when their pockets continue to blossom green.

Ben approached Juniper as he caught her in a rare moment so thought to be only his, deep thought no where near the present.

Juniper came clean and explained she felt as though her husband could be cheating on her.

Did she say this with determination, or did she say this to invoke shallow thought? Ben didn't know at the time.

Later that night at home, a car ride down of allegations and dismay Juniper found another unnoticeable part of her body that could be damaged by her ever loving husband.

As she lay in the bath, water tinted pink she carefully suffocated in the blanket of purity. Bubbles from her breathe popped with an oil canvas type paint at first touch of water.

Even tears can be considered art.
   She could paint the town with all the creativity she oozed nightly!

Ben delighted in his own reservoir that evening.
For a man who grew up with nothing, his boudoir  catered to marble and grey lightening colliding all around.

White. Brightly lit. Open concept, with a hint of luxury.
Ben's bathroom was his safe space away from the darkness and never dim. No matter the time of day, season or mood; this room- his room was angelic. The lightening was symbolic to how the lord works around him. A forever reminder of days come and gone.

The love of his life, CJ was reciting a poem he wrote one night for Ben. Hours of nose candy and this memory:
Reflection of Thee.
Mirrored Tapestry Chained
Why though? Is it he?

A personal favourite of mine.

Do you see what I see? When I look in your mirror. The potential I have is trapped in the image once soulfully lost in youth. Paint and patch work cover the scars yet still he cannot fully break free. Free of what? Of whom?
That, right there!
Your potential the version of you sours. Thank you.... Friend!?
Is this a curse? A gypsy he is, there can be no other explanation.
As it is he, there in your eyes.
CJ..