A part of your soul ties you to the next world

Do you ever become so tired of something that’s always made you angry that you just don’t even care anymore? It makes you cry, but only at your weakest point. You want people to understand they already know your truth, but they try to make it more complicated because they think you’re a more complicated person. You’re not. You think a lot, and feel a lot, but you never wanted to hurt anyone or keep any secrets. You don’t. They’re the one’s judging you for doing something that happened years ago. You know who you are, and you shouldn’t change just so they can be right. You don’t have to. Let them think what they’d like. Let them be wrong. Let them question. Let them wonder. You have absolutely nothing to prove. Just be a good person and love them. Love them because they do wonder, not because they’re asking all of the wrong questions.

I recall my layered fashion lying numbly upon the aftermath of a quite solemn blizzard. The air bitter cold to the lips, as the wind pierced through without regard to my  secured fingertips. Deliberately, my eyes fluttered shut, a result of nostalgia, and utter reconnaissance of past circumstances. The thought of being viewed from an outside angle, outside of my mind, at least, never occurred to me, so, there I lay, overcome with guilt and pleasure and pure child-like adornment. I strayed away, ran away. Footsteps appeared through the snow, in a running-like pattern, without a specific human form to have left them.