she thought that she was the horizon. she thought that she could carry the mountains of the world without shaking. she thought that she could protect the sun from the ghosts of darkness behind her. she thought that she could witness the wars of the changing colors in the sky. but she was not the horizon and she was not strong enough.
opal sat on the floor of her room surrounded by her books and homework sheets. school was two different waves that crash her at the same time. one wave tasted salty, the one that carried the broken smiles and hidden feelings, the other was sweet. it held her favorite thing in school: studying, not meeting friends nor throwing jokes. studying was the only thing that could drag her mind to another world.
although she was not the horizon, she was willing to be. and the three knocks on her door was the beginning to change it all.
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mute depression
Poetry"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.
