all this talk of moving is getting me down. Well maybe its not the talk of moving, more than it is hearing the reasons why. Having a stunted conversation with my mum as we flicker back and forth over mindless reasons to stay and not to stay where we are.
we watch each other closely and study the reactions to each idea, deep down we're trying to find something to comment on, something to start an argument. A bit of passionate conflict. The hope that the anger in the moment will engulf an idea in flames and cause us to bond as we battle the fire.
We're trying to decipher each line and crevice of the others face, trying to work out the emotions behind the words. The truth behind the mask.
its hard.
its hard to listen to the woman who's always been strong for you, break down at the idea of slipping back, slipping away from what she is. From what she was.
She's torn between the idea of love and luxury for the sake of her youngest child, and the life of anger and hidden rage which she new before.
and this conflict of emotion, of understand, of family, will not soon be resolved.
until then..
we wait.
About Me
- raynerayner
- hello hello hello. i'm sophie, i'm 15 and in the last year of school. None of that is really important. This blog is about expressing my passion for writing, and freeing some captured thoughts, in the hope that no one will read it. I started this as a way to keep my writers brain alive, and to help relieve some tension from my every day life.. this is the only thing keeping me sane.
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