i can't fix this, she cried.
the sky cracked open like she'd never seen before. the background was unchanged - the same completely clouded sky. white, pale gray if she was lucky, was what she had grown accustomed to seeing.
today the sky was different. nothing had been going right. nothing that really mattered to her, at least. the wrong things changed and the wrong things stayed the same and she could never balance that equation. she heard it at school. at first it had bothered her but nowhere compared to how it would have before. she actually forgot about it after a couple minutes and enjoyed the people around her.
after school came the trouble. you hung up and she thought about all the things that make her hurt every day. in that moment they were more extreme than anything she had felt in so long. she ran outside and cursed the sky for not reflecting anything relevant. she screamed about the absurdities in the world. it wasn't something she could accept.
she cried and screamed and threw herself down on the asphalt in the middle of her street. when she opened her eyes, the sky was bleeding out colors for her. pain and hurt. dishonesty. failure. it poured red and purple. the girl jumped to her feet, tried to touch the sky and keep it all in so it wouldn't fall on everyone else. she pushed up. hard. and got tissues and tree branches and clouds and tried to conceal the mess she'd made.
it was just there. bleeding and taunting her. all she had wanted was change and was now regretting it.
she shed some of her superficiality that day. and you just sat there, soaking it up.
today the sky was different. nothing had been going right. nothing that really mattered to her, at least. the wrong things changed and the wrong things stayed the same and she could never balance that equation. she heard it at school. at first it had bothered her but nowhere compared to how it would have before. she actually forgot about it after a couple minutes and enjoyed the people around her.
after school came the trouble. you hung up and she thought about all the things that make her hurt every day. in that moment they were more extreme than anything she had felt in so long. she ran outside and cursed the sky for not reflecting anything relevant. she screamed about the absurdities in the world. it wasn't something she could accept.
she cried and screamed and threw herself down on the asphalt in the middle of her street. when she opened her eyes, the sky was bleeding out colors for her. pain and hurt. dishonesty. failure. it poured red and purple. the girl jumped to her feet, tried to touch the sky and keep it all in so it wouldn't fall on everyone else. she pushed up. hard. and got tissues and tree branches and clouds and tried to conceal the mess she'd made.
it was just there. bleeding and taunting her. all she had wanted was change and was now regretting it.
she shed some of her superficiality that day. and you just sat there, soaking it up.