The Pain And The Violet Sky The violet sky with pale grey clouds feels oppressive overhead. The trees on the horizon seem to linger with intent. I remember walking this same route 20 years ago. At two in the morning to score some smack. I imagined serial killers hiding in the trees. I ran as quickly as I could, to get back home, holding the gear tightly in my hand. At least then I knew the pain would go away as soon as I got home. Now, I know that the pain will never go away.