Silence
Here she stands before you sounding confident, free, at her most happy... and maybe in that moment she is. laughing, joking, smiling.
Its almost too true to believe that she could be lying
lying to herself that she feels ok and at peace because most days she is..
Then that doubt creeps in her mind because alone at night she stands by herself in tears.
Crying in the car for no one to hear.
Questions rises of her existence What really is the purpose of all of this... when it just feels like resistance.
Why is it this lonely, but yet so fulfilling and happy when she is around others.
She is content with being alone, but the silence too can be so deafening that the depression starts to smother.
She screams in silence
almost like her life feels timeless
Passing up the days as if it is living...
In reality she is only surviving.
She is finding hope in the darkness. It’s only when her pen hits the paper she realizes the deep side of her pain that can be very heartless.
One day she will have a breakthrough. Until then, this is an escape through.