Hidden Past

Failing

Rain. like a friend. indeed like a friend with many attributes that will give mercifully, but can also be revengeful. But why do we see it being the downer of all the weathers? Or is it just me assuming that this is what people think?

One of the clouds tears rolls from my brunette hair and spirals down to the tip of my nose. It has reached a cliff. It is like a matter of life and death for this droplet.

I stick my tongue out, almost like a safety net for it, stretching it out into the toxic cold world. The clouds gifts drops onto my pink tongue which feel like soft pelts of cool refreshing moisture laced with minerals that seep inside me and hydrate within. Each droplet giving me a glimpse of life or the new beginning of a new chapter. Maybe my new chapter.

But that is all one big lie. For me. For you it might be a different story.

Every person has a new beginning every year. But the fact is that it is just going to be the same old you, like a person stuck on tape until someone hits the fast forward button.

I try to turn a new chapter in my life but my past just chases me. Follows me like a shadow or a girl with a balloon.

Images emerge from the green blades that sit beneath my hovering feet. Dancing in the rain curling around the green bench that i am perching on. Twisting it's way up to my navel. Then float away as if they are frightened of me. Not surprised.

Suddenly they sharply face me again, they begin to examine me with their cold and harsh eyes. They fix their eyes onto mine like they have found their prey. A sharp pain hits the side of the pit of my stomach as of they have dug their knife like claws into my cold pink flesh. I wince at the pain but controlled the pain within me as if my voice was trapped in a prison cell.

The voices and the sports that are before me, release a high pitch squeal that pierce my ears making them ring and feel like they want to bleed. I cover mt ears to block out the girls cry but it widens its wat through my fingers and vibrates my skull. I curl into a small ball, pressing my back into the cold rotting wood. I squeeze my legs close to my chest like i need the comfort to help me through the pain. But it doesn't help. I'm failing,failing...

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authors note:

sorry i am new at this sort of thing. Sorry it is so short and mostly about the rain. Sorry about that.

i think the first chapter is the hardest to do.

i hope you enjoy x🍍