Sunday
Picture 2
Kimmydonn's Choice: Picture 1
Title:
There is a place I go to hide. A place away from the hate, the fear, the anger. There is a place I go to dream. A place free, empty, open. There is a place I go to mourn. A place of life and death and rebirth. There is a place I go, wishing it would swallow me, wishing the gate would swing shut and never open again.
This place isn’t real, I keep it locked in my heart and try to never let anyone see. I don’t want them to know. I don’t want them to see how close I’ve come to disappearing forever. It isn’t real, and I don’t have the will to make it real. Instead, I hide, gate swinging on rusty hinges.
1 comments:
I loved this. It tells me a story of pain. I loved that you left it up to the reader to decide if the character was a man or woman. Thank you for sharing.
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