The Vintage Style

Skeletons In The Closet

It has been only a month since they had started writing letters that they had become so close to each other that they started sharing a little bit about their past so that their hearts could lighten and they could leave their past behind.

Afterall trust is what we all have..........

It was the same day, they both shared their past.

Autumn wrote a letter with a lot of courage and think twice before posting it, but then she remembered that if they can have good memories, that if they can share their good memories, they can share their sad memories too.

She posted the letter and went back to her room. She didn't regret writing it to him as she thought she would have.

She felt........relaxed. She felt quite relaxed, she felt as if something very heavy from her heart has been lifted off.

Unfolding her letter...............

Autumn wrote.....

Dear Brooks,

I don't how what you will think of me after this letter,

But I have to get this thing out of my heart,

It's becoming increasingly difficult for me to go out every day with this burden on my heart.

You know we are Carter family,

Who pretends to be happy,

We pretend to be grateful in public, pretend to be happy with each other,

But in the tapestry of truth, woven with threads of deceit, a fabric of falsehood itself unfolds,

Showing its mystery that it hides.

We are not what we show,

We are not what we glow.

I always had parents,

But never a mom nor a dad.

We barely talk, barely eat together, barely smile together,

I don't know what we are, but I miss what we were,

If this is what family is, I wish to be an orphan.

I wish not to have a family,

I wish not to breathe a single breath with this family.

I still remember the day, when we smile,

We laugh, we hugged but suddenly everything beguile.

Suddenly stars fell from their heights, moon's glow turned dim, and the world danced in disarray.

In a moment from a happy family we went to an unspoken doll house,

A doll house with lifeless people, with a smile plaster on their beautiful faces.

Sometimes I feel like I'm plucking stars from the velvet night, in search of wishes lost from sight,

I spent hours building castles upon waves of air, hoping for dreams beyond compare.

But I still keep a smile,

Its easy to smile rather to show your wounds.

I will always smile,

It's paint smiles upon a canvas of scars, hiding heartaches behind veils of stars,

I dance with shadows in the candle's glow, concealing sorrows where no one may know,

If this is what family is,