Creative

It felt like I had been on the run for a decade. I never pictured my life this way, and looking back on the past few months, I hardly recognize my own shadow. I can't understand anything anyone is speaking about here, but it is my only escape from the life I destroyed. If there was a point in time where you could evaluate your life, and find the one moment in time where your life changed ultimately, I find that i would be . I wouldn't have killed my own brother out of greed, I never would have tried to steal his life because I would have recognized that jealousy clouded my vision of success. He was the portrait of perfection, and by killing him, my life would seem more glamorous. The death was simple, a drop of Cyanide in his morning orange juice. Everyday he would take his perfect body on a jog with his trophy girlfriend, around the city, where every single market owner would shout out his name in rejoice, his death would have satisfied every crook and twisted man, including myself. But I find that now I am alone, now I am left to flee the country, fleeing my old life, finally freeing myself from the pain and guilt of my mistakes. I am doomed to walk the earth by myself. There is nothing lonelier than adventure.