Twist and Shout

The Beatles

I feel that this twist shouts "why is there so much sun in January?" But I could be wrong.

It was feeling very lonely hanging out on it's lonesome. It was hurt, bleeding, ready to die. It was sitting in a corner watching others have fun. It was a life forgotten. It was the day, and the night, the silhouettes and the colored faces. It knew the path of right and wrong. It looked out into the sky, and all it saw was blankness, a mere nothingness. It used to be something better. It was everything. It was the camera perched on a windowsill. It was a memory forgotten. It was me.