::Chronicle I :: Path To Happiness

~She held her hand up in an attempt to pray
But she couldn’t do it.
It ripped and torn her apart, but she refused to show anything.
Or so she hoped no one would notice her silence,
but it arrived in a shade of obvious.
One She Wish she was better at conforming into happiness
How could she, when she made things complicated~





* Her day started as it usually would, ... cold. Not being able to identify dream from reality because of the sudden awakening from her re-occuring nightmares of her grandmother’s death. She got up hazy wishing she could sleep the day through, but she new if things were to get better she would have to embrace the day. So her legs dragged to the bathroom. To that same mirror she looked in everyday. She looked, and looked as if she could see through herself. Then turned on the shower. Looked at herself again. Then Began to cry. The reason of her tears weren’t clear. She couldn’t understand why she was crying. Maybe the reason was because another day she had awakened with insecurities. She felt nothing on this morning, as she did on many before. She didn’t know how to hold on to what she loved and what she loved didn’t want to hold on to her.
"I Love You" she whispered to the wind and waited for a response. "Talk To Me And I Will Talk To You" She Said, awaiting a response .... I Think She’s Still Waiting.