it's deep and dark here.
The City lights are underwhelming & I could vomit.
Chaos & life didn't pause for us. They continue as i sit in a windowsill on floor 14.
So many different states, counties & families all make up my family.
Eclectically beautiful.
The waiting room has been dominated by his loved ones. It's beautiful. Beta's laugh bursts throughout the whole hall.
Mom is doing homework, empty coffee cups line the room & a round of bull shit spills over the table while distractions become entertainment.
I see my sweet, sweet aunt.
I've decided that if I can grow into a fraction of who she is, I will be overly satisfied.
I want to love like her. Hope like her. Trust like her. I wish I loved reading like her.
Her being is a testament of true love.
I have been having flashbacks all day. Today, as I walked around the corner of a hallway I heard "hey kid"... The words I needed. The soul I needed. Years have passed, we are very different than the little rascals catching tadpoles & playing Play Mobiles in the red, auburn dirt. Time does a lot to people, but the safety I felt through those words...They embodied family.
Time passes, people grow, people do change, but love lasts.
It's dark and cold and beautiful.
I, too have sat on the floor14 windowsill and felt the life all around and through me. Beautifully written. I understand.
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