Last Chapter

The cluttered desk is full of pens, notebooks, and loose paper. Some stained with coffee rings from five days ago. Birds chirp as they sit on the window sill. The gleaming sun lights up the room. The paintings on the wall are dusty from poor maintenance for all the focus has been on one thing; the book. So the floor remains unswept buried in balled up ideas that didn’t make the cut. The gun that was usually kept in the desk drawer was left open and it laid peacefully on the desktop. Blood and pieces of brain splattered on the wall. It was calm finally. No more deadlines, no more procrastination, no more crying and no more insomnia.