Self Portrait

As the sun was setting over the city, a sense of wonder and amazement consumed my soul. I hurried to finish my sketch of the bridge and the river below. Quickly, I traced over the shadows with my conte crayon.
I breathed deeply as I gazed upon the vivid colors and light. I wondered why the sky was so beautiful, and how god could have created something so inspiring.
Then I thought about my father, and how he went on a mass killing spree on his 67th birthday. I just couldn't understand what made him snap... but I think my mom may have had something to do with it. She would always pour salt into his open festering wounds.