Autumn.

Chaos:
The light of dawn coming through the window wakes her up. The blanket lies in a crumpled heap. The floor is lined with the pieces of the stupid cards, torn apart in her last fit of frustration, sickly-sweet smelling flowers, roses, all reminders of people, people with pig-faced smiles, people who can’t keep promises.

She laughs. The pitch is unnaturally high. She doesn’t want this, she doesn’t want them. They don’t understand what it’s like to be rejected, over and over again, until you begin to bleed from the inside.

She has got up from her bed for the first time in three days. She doesn’t feel any better- rather more queasy. She still has the pills, they don’t bother to check the drawers do they? They’ve conveniently forgotten to swipe her drawers and prevent her from the next.

Hope:
The rays of the early morning sun have silently crept into the room. The soft light touches her bare skin. The birds have begun to chirp. The sacred silence of dawn is quite a change from her tumultuous life.

She finds a break from herself, her life, by looking beyond. The window depicts a new world.

She stares with newfound curiosity, fascinated. Innocence and Purity.

It’s quite unfortunate that the only way for her to break out of the window to the world outside is through the pills in the drawers.

____________________________________
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life.

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    1. No, it feels nice to have someone remembering the blog when it is not being updated.
      Thank You…I hope this doesn’t contain a music reference too, I did not spot any. πŸ™‚

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