In this tug of war, you'll always win. Even when, I'm right.

I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. Gone was the spark. The dull eyes, the pale skin, the dark circles weren't always there. A far contrast from my image of me, if you ask.

The feeling of being torn, I had become quite familiar with.

They always leave.
And in their wake, as I try to deal with their absence, I find a part of me disengaging from the world, bit-by-bit.
I find not-interacting-with-people a better option.
I admit, I get attached to people real quick. Is that a bad thing?

The idea of a my shell, seems the best to me. Where its just me. Nobody else.

Dad is not here half the time.
Al left.
Ted and I would never be the same again.
Mo, gone. Thousands of miles away.

Maybe I should change the name of my blog, to Me and My Boys. 

Sometimes the reality is too harsh to face. How I wish the earth would indeed open up, and swallow me down.
Running away from problems, am I?
 Im just fourteen.

Six degrees of separation.

She stepped out onto the cool, moist ground. And looked up at the sky.
Her breath caught as she witnessed the mighty clouds roar. 

All of a sudden a gush of raindrops rush towards her, enveloping her in their chill and soothing her burning skin. 

She forgot everything.

And, forgave.

She felt something in her break, and come alive. The expectant pain, was nowhere to be found.

Tears emerged , but got carried way with the drops from the sky. Which left her mouth feeling salty, but not for long.

A feeling of inner happiness consumed her.

Numb no longer.



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