As I paced through the open field, the weight of what I had just done finally caught up with me. I'd eluded its grip for years now, flying, running, sailing, cringing away from it, but seeing her I was still for too long. As soon as I looked into her eyes I could see it, clawing it's way out. A constant shadow growing shorter and shorter until it was one with me.
Now in this field it's here.
I sunk to my knees, dark circles of mud staining my weathered jeans. And as I sat there, I seemed to sink even further. The sky darkened. The ground fell. I was sinking, the flowers loomed over me and then they didn't seem to be flowers, they looked more like her and one seemed to be my mother looking down on me as she always did. My father who's back was turned which shouldn't surprise me. And the last one smaller than the rest, my brother he is al- was, always small. And I sunk and sunk and sunk until the mud fell in on me and I couldn't breathe. The dirt was sucked into my mouth, my nose. I couldn't breathe, my mind darkened I was loosing consciousness.
And then... It was over.
I opened my eyes and put the flower I had picked back on the ground and ran, for those feelings were ones I never wanted to feel again, ones I had avoided all my life and well, I never had a brother.
I don't know what this is... I picked a random photo from my camera roll and decided to write something about it and well, this is what happened. 🤔
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The Wanderers
SpiritualPeople wander but not all Wanderers are people, we are more than that, we are writers, artists, inspirers, leaders, scientists, mathematicians, helpers, we are the Wanderers who know when to admit they do not belong. This is a book of quotes and par...
