They’re screaming
The pair of them
Deafening
Let the music lull you
Funny that the Owl made an immediate appearance
And then gone
I’ll forgive you for a moment if you try to quell the storm in me
Could I have done that in a way that left them anything but wild?
I must remember to breathe
My lungs feel tight
Like they’re screaming through them
I’m okay
At the least, the Sun could have joined me today
I feel tightly wound
So tight I can’t breathe
He is just an old man
Afraid of death
He seems to want to do right by us
But they
They see every face he’s ever had
The lies
The paranoia
Along with the actual paranoia he passed on to me like some sick generational gift from an angry god
I am okay
I just need to breathe
I’m so scared but there’s nothing to scare me
He’s gone
For now
I’m fine, for now
Are you sure it’s from my Uncle and I owe him nothing?
I wish I didn’t have to be alone…
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