blood in the pencil sharpner

The morning of no recognition

I specifically woke up early in my spring of good moods and went to the kitchen. There I made wonderous delicious breakfast items of all kinds and sorts I realize "Shit I gotta clean" so I begin aimlessly cleaning easier items. Then I hear foot steps heading towards me Its my mother who undoubtedly just made me feel useless asking me why did I do this and why wasn't I doing that. After a few minutes I'm giving up so I had a grand idea I grabbed my bag and I walked out. The only thing keeping my leaping anger and anxiety at bay are thoughts of devine amber her pale yet porcelain skin, her ice crystalline blue eyes, and that wondrous red hair always straight contrasting against her average 5'4 height and cold skin