8-bit snowstorm

I blinked and I was an unaware teenager basking in the frivolous;
oblivious to the busy busy world,
bathing in its self in scalding waters all around me.
 
I blinked and the fruits of her beauty filled my starving eyes devout.
 
blinked, staring down the barrel of a walther p38
loaded with horrible gut wrenching feelings.
 
I blinked and one hundred years thrashed by,
killing everyone I knew but the sentiment of sorrow remains.