Pt: 1- never nowhere near me.
February 20th 22'
The sky is golden with pink, purple and orange in a million different tints. The other side is blue-ish with grey strokes. The sun reflects on the clouds that look like bubble wrap with a rich color that I just can't seem to describe in words.
The world looks like a painting.
And I would enjoy it if it wasn't for the black pollution hanging around me as if I'm the factory, drooling, begging for attention, just a hint of affection. I can't fight it, even if I don't breath it enters through my skin like radiation.
It's GUILT.
It's pulling me down, I can't eat, I can't think, I can't focus. I'm stuck. And I don't know how to get out. My feet are stuck in the dying reef. A school of fish shaking me loose and once it feels like I'm resurfacing they let me down.
I'm torn apart between the light and the dark. Down or up. Peace or war, war or peace.
Its tearing me apart. People say "look out for sharks.." while they're standing right there. Its either me or you. One the prey the other the predator. But who is who, no one knows. They don't even know.
Is the one just trying to survive, yet the other is doing the exact same. No one is right. No one is wrong. Yet there's always 'one to blame'. It's horrible and far from easy.
But it's life and life's not fair right. It could be, if we tried to make it. But we don't, we accept the bare minimum and say:
"It's life."
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Teen FictionLouella Benjamin. She screams trouble. Or well that's what others think, behind the curtains of her perfect life as a rebellious teen, there's not much fun. TW this story contains many serious subjects that may trigger some people.
