Sometimes you feel too cautious to laugh, speak, think and breathe. You breathe in gentle phases which you can count. Words become weight in your bones, until you feel like you can hardly walk. Time becomes a prison which you cannot find an open door. Pain becomes a norm until you are numb to pain and pleasure. All you see around you are egg shells. You wonder why they wanted you to be yourself.
Sue Clayton
29/8/2020 04:10:48 am
Beautifully written.
Teddy Kimathi
19/9/2020 10:57:30 am
Thank you so much, Sue.
Sandra James
4/9/2020 09:55:36 am
Oh yes, Teddy - thought provoking and very well written!
Teddy Kimathi
19/9/2020 11:05:58 am
Thank you so much, Sandra. Many times we find ourselves in such situations. Comments are closed.
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