AVALANCHE.
I've always been the troubled girl and to be honest I still am. I've always stood out or maybe I haven't...who knows? I mean I've always felt like a white bird in a crowd of black swans.
I just felt like writing things down because it's something that I've always wanted to do but I've always been too scared to do it, it's not that I don't want people to read this...it's the fact that I'd have to face my life...for real and I'll have to realize that everything is true and that I'm not as perfect as people think I am or as strong and down to Earth as I present myself to the world.
I can't say and I won't ever say that I have had a miserable childhood, that would be a big duck lie. You see...I was the first child and grandchild in my family...you get the idea.
I've never pictured myself as the kid that'd have to pick between West and East yet, here I am......picking between white and red roses. It's not like I have to think about it, I've already made my mind since one of them has frequented another's garden and as I am now miles away from the other one. That's not the problem, the problem is that the other blooming rose hasn't found out yet and I have this constant ticking bomb inside of me that's about to explode any minute and I'm scared that there won't be nothing left of the both us and I'm also scared that only one of us will metamorphose into a butterfly after the catastrophe.
And there's this constant pressure in my chest and it's like my rib cage is slowly breaking and it's like I've got this weight on my chest that leaves me breathless but when I look down there's nothing there. Whenever I look down I always find the same pavement and whenever I look up I realise that there's just me, in the middle of the street screaming like a banshee inside and there's no one there to warn but me, just me and the approaching avalanche.
I'm the avalanche.
