"Parents are like God because you wanna know they're out there, and you want them to think well of you, but you really only call when you need something." ― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
Today I asked my mother for help.
Something I've never done - well, never since I was a young child.
Not having the ability to do such simple tasks? Pity. Alas, lately I've been finding myself more..needing. Weak, you could say.
My parents are in the distance,
In my memory,
In my dreams.
They are forever unreachable, no matter how much I grow, my arms will never be long enough to grab them.
Today I broke a glass. A horrid feeling of dread ran through my bones. I felt like a crying child, paying in naivety and broken promises. I tried grappling on my knees, desperate as I tried to clean the mess I made. Small shards of glass caked into my digits. Pausing, I dug my nail into the tip of my finger and pulled downwards - sucking in a breath at the pain. The shards sparkled on my fingerprints and burned. As I stare down at the destruction I give up. I go to my mother for aid.
I feel debilitated. I feel helpless. I feel scared.
