Yollie
I looked back at what my life was. What had i Accomplished. So many things i wish i could have done but now time has run out. My life all seems meaningless now, it was just a blur. A blur of regrets and mistakes, of what ifs and maybes. It wasnt enough.
I looked back at what my life was. What had i Accomplished. So many things i wish i could have done but now time has run out. My life all seems meaningless now, it was just a blur
Life is a prank in itself.
We stymble thourgh it blindly trying to find our way,
But mostly we fail miserably
The joke is on us, because it turned to ash long ago
Everything I am is everything she is; from soft delicate hands to the smooth velvety skin and almost perfect teeth. I owe everything i am to her yet i will never a mere shadow of who she was. You see i am a clone of her, a faded memory, a half remembered dream. try as i might will never really be her.
i have never been what you would call the affectionate type, even as kid. When my mother would shower me with kisses I would often squirm and wriggle my way out of her embrace.
I asked her what she meant by she saw it coming.
"I dont get it, you saw what coming?"
"This" She said through a fit of giggles.
I stood there baffled by her odd behaviour, never had I met anyone with such an ever changing mood.
The contents of this story are based on a true story.
My best friend of 11 years just filed for separation.
She the one who would never dare give up on us has put us in the maybe box.
The heartache feels a lot like I have her. And i have.
Nothings can undo the cracks that I now see before me in the mirror, no amount of cleaning, wiping, crying, screaming and begging will fix this.
the cracks are so deeply embedded into the very foundation of who we are that I don't even know where to begin.
How do let go of something you never thought you would lose. How do you become accustomed to losing a friend, a sister, the belt toy our jeans that has always held you up when you need.
Given you direction when you thought for sure you'd taken the right turn but somehow managed to get yourself so lost that you couldn't see way out.
how do you erase the the memories that plastered on your wall, in every smile you see, in every conversation that passes your lips and every thought that enters your mind.
I guess the answer is you don't.
You just simply breathe and let go.
Sat on my pillow was a gift. It was wrapped in a white box and had a golden bow on top. I knew who it was from but the question was did i want to open it? Id been so mad at him when I left for my mother's last week and I honestly thought that it was over, even accepted it. Opening it would mean I would taking more than a few steps back. We werent sixteen any more and cute gifts neatly wrapped just wasnt going to cut it this time, this kind of damage was beyond that. I let go of breath I wasnt aware I'd been holding and turned around to leave.
"Arent you going to open it?"
She had a wistful look in her eyes.
It manifested in the form of a fist against his flesh. Her rage had bubbled to the surface of her being, consuming her like a hot flame and blinding with her with its ferocity. And just as quickly it as engulfed her, it dissipated leaving behind a hazy smoke of realisation, she gasped as the consequences of her actions truly sunk in and it dawned on her. She would not make it till tomorrow.
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