Taddy25
Quiet clink at lunch time, life on pause. Smell of fried onions in the stairwell. Hush of distant traffic through the open window. There could be peace, or just a patient wait until true life could resume between the schoolbook's page.
Quiet clink at lunch time, life on pause. Smell of fried onions in the staircase. Hush of distant traffic through the open window. There could be peace, or just a patient wait until true life could resume between the schoolbook's page.
Voice. Denied. Questions. Denied. Joy. Denied. Levity. Denied. Freedom. Denied. Breath. Denied. Hope. Denied. Being. Denied.
Still the same, not moving, yeah. The word comes from "pulling," right? Burden, heaviness one cannot unshackle oneself from, the opposite of life.
Sticky like bubblegum stuck at the bottom of your shoe. Stepped in it, can't get rid of it. Bright pink turning gray, turning dirt. It was fun while it lasted, now discarded, but can't ever eliminate.