Oh boy you havnt talked to us in over a month it feels like you've forgotten. Gradually disappearing is an annual event for you, forgiveness comes easily for I want to relieve childhood memories but they turn sour. Sour with the thought that every holiday NOBODY comes around. Nobody is there anymore, not for each other, not for ourselves. Every time we come in contact it feels plastic and FAKE.
WHY DO WE ACT THIS WAY. Going back in time seems like a good idea, but then I will have to relive past memories that are not as joyous, no matter how fast I run it catches up to me. You can't relive the past without coming back to the present. IS THIS WHAT FAMILY IS ABOUT?! I wouldn't know. It seems so normal for me. Plastic interactions and the fact that they must have expected me to grow up but everything I do is harshly reacted to. I honestly answer your questions and in return I learn to keep my mouth shut. SMILE AND NOD. I pity my sister deeply, she will have to deal with this for longer. But she has less memories of the good times. She will think it is always like this. I FEAR FOR THE FUTURE. All of a sudden i understand why my parents want us to be close. They want us to be apart of somthing. They don't want us to end up like them and their blood. MAYBE RUNNING AWAY FROM THIS TOWN WILL SOLVE MY FEELINGS. I've always been hard on nostalgia. And knowing that I don't turn back
VOUS LISEZ
Poems: Aesthete
PoésieHere I churn out my guts for everyone's pleasure, trying to make pain tangible. Trying to make feelings comprehensible. Trying to be somthing.
