ohaielena
It is a sad thing that we are supposed to pay to live
When life is considered to be a gift.
To lose yourself in life
Is to find yourself at the edge of the world
Where there are no people
And there are no rules
But the emptiness begins to consume you
And the days seem to grow longer
Until you are trapped on the edge
There is no easy way to tell someone you stopped caring.
All the while, running your fingers through your hair - twisting strands into a braid, then combing it right back out.
Like the way your relationships seem to unravel, build up, then unravel again.