maydreamer
Stunted growth. Not physically. The mind. The mind is stunted by teachers and doctors, professionals, the ones whop say they know what they're doing. Stand up, be free. Let your mind grow.
I was staring at the mummies. They always fascinated me. The one thing we know isn't permanent is our body, and yet, it can be. I guess that's as close as humans ever get to living forever.
I was president over them all. They worshiped me, and everything I said. Except for him. He hated me, out of jealousy. He wanted to bring me down. Well, he managed it. And now I'm no better than them, am I? I hate this.
She ran free, like the wild horses I sometimes saw on the moors. She was care free, happy. A loose cannon. I loved her and hated her, because I wanted to be her. They found her this morning, hanging from a rope in her bedroom.
Stunning. She was. I'm not. How do I compare? Why me? I don't understand. I can't help but wonder why the hell he's with me when he could have that. I'm nothing. I'm inadequate. I'l always believe that.
The room at the top of the house where daddy spent all his time. We aren't allowed in there now. It makes mummy cry. I can't remember what it looks like anymore.
If you don't follow them, you're out. That's what they tell you. Out where? You don't know. All you've ever known is this. This place: white walls and cameras: this is the world. So you don't break the rules. You're scared of what you do not know.
flare. Romance, a spark. Passion. Hate, It all starts with the initial flare, and it's up to you what you do with it. Let it burn, blow it gently until it's a fire, or douse it with water so it goes out? It's your choice.
hearts are so very fragile, and it doesn't take a lover to break one. Hearts can be broken at any age, by any one. I even think you can break your own heart. That's why I try so damned hard to keep mine protected, but every time I slip and let it out, it causes so much pain.
I'm going. You don't even know it, I don't think. Or if you do, you're running from it. Hiding. But that's pushing me away. This is your last chance. I mean it, I'm gone soon. And what will I have left behind? A wannabe alcohol who ignores the ones he loves because he can't deal with his emotions, but can't bring himself to share them. A man so broken he doesn't know how to call out for help. A reflection of me. Maybe that's why we would never work.
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