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morning
beccalita
28 Nov 2005
It was too early to be awake. Or maybe it was just too early for me to be leaving. Either way I couldn’t stand it and there were tears – real tears. I held them off as long as I could. Who knows really how long I had kept them at bay there, right beyond breaking point, it was only in these morning hours when I could feel them building up behind my eyes. It was only these hours in the morning when I couldn’t stop them from streaming down my face. I tried. I really did. I tried so hard to make them stop. The more I willed myself to stop the more they broke free. In the end the only thing I could hear was my mom’s mantra: tired children cry.
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