I could feel a glare directed at me. I smiled then I snapped my fingers three times while chanting some words. The room suddenly became vibrant and I was staring at only one person now.
Minsan, tanggap mo nalang na lagi kang failure. Pero bakit? Bakit palagi nalang? Bakit ang iba ang saya-saya kasi nakuha na nila yung happiness nila sa buhay? Bakit yung iba, simple ang buhay pero napakasaya? Bakit ako? Nabibili ko na ang nais ko.
Unfortunately, a flood of water seeping in the basement of her old rambler home ruined the luggage set and they had to be thrown in the trash. She was sorry to see them go.
Two years have passed. I had treatment both for my stomach cancer and paranoia. The psychiatrist told me that due to excessive trauma since childhood, the feeling of rejection, abuse and life threatening experiences, I have created a friend inside my head who was going to stay by my side until I got better.
My brain swirled and then I realized I still needed to get ready for work, make a plan for cleaning up the disaster in my bathroom later on in the day and tell my boss that everything was fine. I about lost it when I realized I had to also call the local police and explain the serious misunderstanding. They might not even let this drop.
ive years together and this is what we had come to. Silence while eating grilled cheese and tomato soup at the table in the cabin’s kitchen.
I thought that would be the last time I would see him, but that was just the beginning. I would often see him in my part time jobs lingering somewhere. I know it was him because of his silhouette and because that was my past life's job.
Eventually, the scratching and pounding ceased. She waited for a few seconds in case of a surprise attack, but she heard none. Fear evaporating, she let go of the knob. All the pain and fatigue flooded through her body, making her collapse on the floor which didn’t offer much comfort.
A solemn thundery growl came from above. Amongst the darkness, there's light. The light cuts the grey sky in half and shows the world its bravery.
I am worn Some would say death worn And I care not To feel this way Ever again
That night she cooed herself to sleep while snuggling under the warmth of her duvet. Like a child anyone would have said. But the woman that lay there didn’t care much for she knew her time was coming and the clock was ticking, faster than ever before.
I am at a loss for words. I didn't even know what to do first. Where I should start? I slept in today. Oh, a glorious extra hour. I have been so tired, not sleeping well and I was reveling last night at even the idea of a much needed, long sleep. I don't know what I was thinking. I am a mother of 5.