27 August 2012
We corrode and dissolve our own memories.
Memories of faults and scraped knees, of little Children that bullied Us, who, looking back now, seem so breakable and fragile, how were we even scared?
We hide tokens of our childhood just in case we get a ticket back, just in case we have to watch it all again.
We used to love being trapped In candy-striped hula-hoops, swinging our hips and counting past a hundred, laughing as we break our friends records being...Admired and Applauded, showing how good we are, not minding that we sometimes hurt others in an effort to be called "Wonderful"
But we've grown now, we're the in-betweens, the girls who nobody quite knows what to do with, too powerful to be ignored.
We are the girls who scream, scream for something, someone, anyone to get us out.
Screams without answers.
Screaming • Opuss № I