Thoughts and emotions dripped from the wall, a crimson explosion of someone who could not subdue their feelings anymore. Words and anger poured from out of him, unleashing a newfound voice full of hurt and sadness. Just a minute ago he could not find the strength, nor form the right words to respond to this tsunami hit in the face. It crept up ever so slowly onto him until finally the waves caught up with him and he became consumed with water - with it dripping down his face.

He had wished for a reset; a second chance. Hell, even a complete do over. He had messed up and let go of his happiness. It was as if his body was ripped in half, robbed and raped of his second half and blinded to who he really was anymore. He made his way through the night, back to the city which he used to call home. His windows were rolled up slightly enough so he could take in the breeze of the outside, for he felt as if the air in the car was too thin. He passed by street names he vaguely remembered and cruised down alone that night.

His college tassel hung from his window visor, a black and gold mix of colors that seemed to match his mood during this time of night. The black represented the ever-growing void in his stomach and the gold, well the gold was what he wanted - a figurative representation of the riches and happiness he so desperately craved yet could never achieve.

The void kept him from reaching his gold.

He made his way down this one street, purposefully. He knew that his gold lived in that house, and missed the way he held and loved the gold. Did he perhaps come back for his gold?

He almost did.

But of course, he saw something else with his gold. It was a platinum. The platinum and the gold were with each other, enjoying one another’s company. Only then was when he realized that he could never compete with platinum because it was better in every way. When he saw that platinum and gold had touched, he had driven away. He had lost his riches, with platinum taking everything from him.

He was just a rusted, forgotten bronze -last place all his life and never first for anything. All his life he strived to at least achieve silver, just to peak above the water he was drowning from. From what he saw, silver would never be within reach. Gold could never pay attention to bronze; nor does a bronze expect attention from gold. Gold deserves platinum, for all its hard work and dedication it has put in.

All a bronze deserves is copper.