Rotten

June 12th 1972

The Turning point

As I sit in front of my mirror brushing my hair rhythmically to Jasper Wrath- Odyssey I stare at my sister Kenadee through the mirror in our room heavily deep in her books, she pauses and looks up coincidentally, "What is it ? , she's pauses , Oh gezze Savannah you have that look on your face.." breathing deeply in in annoyance.
I smirked , pretending to lower my competence i acted like I didn't know what she was talking about . "Whatever do you mean ? "I say dramatically while putting my hand on my chest . Kenadee lowers her head and rolls her eyes, "Com'on Sav you know what I'm talking about.. Your dream of traveling the world being free I guess .. " she shrugs at me.

Kenadee was always the logical one out of us two she always bought me back down to where I needed to be and for her is the opposite with me I bring out her inner Freedom, I feel like I always give her the ability to just let go .

I can feel my face tense up "I want to experience other things out there besides these fucking white picket fences and fictitious neighbors who smile in your face but talk shit behind your back, there has to be more than just this " , I pause in thought, I stopped brushing my hair before I had pulled all of it out from my boiling anger. In the heat of the conversation had gotten serious I lower the tone of my voice, I turned around toward her and said,"Everyone's the same , everything has to be a certain way here and I don't understand .. I'm going to get out here one day and fulfill the need to do what I'm suppose to do in my life at any cost.."

~Fades~