My eyes were watching carefully. My breath was cold, I could see it fly into the air. I stood outside on the steps of my little house waiting for a change in scenery. My eyes were growing heavy, but I wanted something to happen. It's cold, I wish I could leave, but here is the only place that brings me back to somewhat sane. The air is fills my pores and cleanses my soul so I can think properly. Unlike inside that house where smoke drowns me. Walking down the street brought me back to life. The sound of my shoes on the sidewalk reminds me of life when it was bearable. Now, it's another stab, another needle piercing my sensitive skin. Someday the holes will just bleed out and I will be cured. But one can only dream.
©kaitlynmb
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