The cloudless sky stretches in to eternity, leaves blanket the ground they crinkle under foot. My heels tap against the cobble street as a crisp wind engulfs me. Faceless pedestrians push past me, they never look me in the eyes, cars thunder past in the chaotic slumber of my daily life.
When I was 6 my mother was depressed, she could not get out of bed. The house was heavy, rain always drizzled, wine bottles cluttered the floor. A soft lullaby of cries and screams hushed me to sleep. Every morning I would bring her a hot chocolate to help her out of bed. My memories were false, nightmares were my reality.
My body traps me, my essence strangles me. I scream. Each breath is heavy and forced, at times I forget how to breath, how to walk.
My coffee is now cold, my head is spinning, my stomach aching.. I try to stuff down the demons, the reality. Through my writing I scream, in silence I wail.
Yet still, sun shines, oceans caress white sands, life goes on. Appreciate, for you in all your nothingness hold so much more than many.