I unburied many things to Dr. Locke, and to some of the friends I made in the past few years. But I still think some things have no explanation and I still have not found a way of translating them into words. I still think some things can have a place only in my heart, and I will keep them there, even if they hurt. Mark rings after work to ask me what time do I want him to pick me up tomorrow. I listen to his voice pronouncing words that make no sense to me and deep down I know I’m not going away for the weekend with him. I’m not going anywhere with him; he was an encore when I needed one, nothing more. We have nothing in common and I know I don’t need encores anymore. I’m not a neglected child who needs protection; I know where I’m going now. I may still be slow, and I stop sometimes because of the burden I carry on my shoulders but I will get there in the end, alone.
Tag: Introspective
Ordinary People
Caring is not enough for most people. It is for her: if she cares she fights, she uses all of her patience, she stays, she shows. She doesn’t know where this is going, she doesn’t even know where is she going for all it matters, but she knows she can’t throw such happiness in the bin only because she makes a big deal of her fears, and mostly she can’t give it up because of the ghosts she bring with her everywhere she goes.
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