brisoli13
His body twisted, contorted, writhed in pain. There was no release and no relief in sight. The waves of torture ripped through his body like a tornado, and refused to let go. He wanted to give up. He wanted to surrender...
Until she walked in. She grabbed on to him tighter than the grip of his disease and she refused to let go. How could he not fight for her? How could he let go when she wouldn't? So he closed his eyes... and let her win.
When she was young, the world seemed so big. The closer she got to the end of her life, the smaller that world became... She was reaching - always reaching - for the things in life she thought she wanted. She stretched her heart out for those that she thought she loved - those with whom she thought she was "meant to be." She wanted to live. She grasped at life and love and the path she thought was laid out for her. She spent her whole life trying to achieve what people expected or what she thought people wanted, forgetting the most important lesson that she was always too busy to learn...
The only thing she was ever destined to do was die.
Quite the catastrophe of emotions, this roller coaster that you and I are on.
From top to bottom, screaming, yelling, shouting, in hopes that someone will hear our cries for help.
But do we need help? Is that what it comes down to? Is it assistance in our time of need that we really desire?
...or do we enjoy the drama that comes with this calamity?
Listening. Listening. She never listens. She talks and talks and words spit from her mouth and spill into the air but she never listens.
Mom always said you can hear without listening… I never understood until I met this woman…
Hearing. Hearing. She never even hears.
I would give anything if she would just hear… but if she would listen…