sunshine vs. moonlight

"Jour et Nuit" a phrase in France translating to "Day and Night." The morning shine and the night glow, The sun shines to remind us of everything that life has to offer. That even if yesterday was not the best day, that theres always today, that shine is what gives us that encouragement for the day. Then you have the night that just glows far and wide and posses an attraction to an enlightenment of an enchanted night.
 Picture this, you're laying on the roof of your car and staring at some of the most beautiful stars you have ever seen. You're music is playing on blast and the only thing you can hear are your thoughts. the only thing thats running through your ming is everything that ever made you smile. Everything that made you laugh so hard you could swear you were gonna die from not being able to breath, the pain was unbearable. can you picture it? can you picture that pure moment that the night could bring you? Maybe that moment when overeating felt like it stopped because you wanted to remember it forever, maybe it was that night everything felt like it came together, just maybe.
 The night could offer so many amazing things with that hypnotic glow, but then again so could the shine from the pure rays of the sun, so tell me what do you prefer? the shine of the sun? or the glow of the moon?

Till death do us part

December 23, 1908
Cape Cod, New England
 Dear reader,
Just days before Christmas and I was sitting in a puddle of my beloveds blood. Let me begin to explain how this all begun. It started the summer of 1898, I've known my precious Annabelle for ten beautiful years.  I even had the honor of marrying her, August 1st, 1903. Best day of my entire being but this isn't about our happy life but our happy ending.
 It was a cold, windy Wednesday morning. Annabelle had heard about this new water rafting thing everybody was trying. Of course we had to try it, because she had always been so daredevil like, which had always excited me for some odd reason. We had just sat in the boat staring at each other, not a word came out of either of our mouths. All I could do is memorize this beautiful moment, I swear I  have never seen anyone so beautiful. Her smile stretched ear to precious ear. Her bright baby blue eyes never shined brighter, and her honey blonde hair glowed in the evening sun. Then i could swear she gave me the most evil smirk I've seen on her face, her face had gone blank and dull like i had just lost my Annabelle.
 We had stopped in the middle of the path, and she just kept spitting out words and I can't really explain everything that happened next because to be frank I don't know exactly what happened. She came at me with such an act of hatred and started punching, screaming, and biting. In that moment i thought as much as I loved this women, well i wanted to live! I grabbed the paddle we had used to make our way through the path and started beating her with it. I couldn't stop until I knew she had stopped moving. Just days before Christmas and i was sitting in a puddle of my victims blood,
                                                                                                                                 sincerely Jack.

My remarkable scars

 I remember it being a really cold morning and waking up really late for school. I remember the yelling and i remember being confused. It felt like pure chaos was going on, i remember not being able to feel my hands or legs and stumbling to my mirror. I sat down to see myself and do my hair for what i knew what was going to be a long day. I pushed back my hair from my face and took a deep breath, then i looked down and to my surprise i couldn't help but scream. I ran into the hallway not knowing who i was exactly talking to and asked what was happening to me. There were third degree burns on my right hand and thigh. At that moment i was so unaware of what was happening but so trusting to these people who i didn't recognize, i couldn't even recognize myself. Everything felt so unreal.
 What felt like months later, i was at a hospital, listening to about ten different doctors asking the same question over and over again. I turned my head slightly to the right and my mom gave me one of the warmest smiles i have ever seen in my lifetime. i remember thinking how bad i felt for not remembering her. I felt guilty and ashamed. My thinking was cut off by these people asking if i did it to myself on purpose. I remember how angry my mother got from just the thought of the idea. i couldn't help but laugh, and of course that laugh didn't last long long when the doctors told me i would be in the hospital for the next two weeks.
 Throughout the next two weeks i had three surgeries, two MRI's and a whole lot of medication. It was probably the longest i have gone without taking a shower or having a decent meal. everyone would tell me how strong i was being in the hospital but the second i left the hospital, i cried and cried because it was one of the hardest experiences of my life.