Hiding out and blogging
I’m hiding out right now in my room. Well…the room I’m staying in. Its actually my godmother’s office with a bed placed oddly opposite her desk. Through the partly-open door I can hear the cries of children in the kitchen. My wonderful sweet godnieces.
They are the perfect kind of children. They are smart enough not to be a nuisance, but giggly enough to brighten anyones day.
And I’ve tried really really hard to run away from getting my day brightened. But its catching up with me.
Their giggles roll through my head, my ears perk at the sound of their laughs. These tones scare away the ominous shadows of death and pain that roam the halls.
My mother is doing well today. This means that no matter the pain, her life force is strong. I can feel life emanating from her. It is a scary thing to type, but sometimes I don’t feel that.
Sometimes it feels as though she’s becoming a different person, swimming in and out of this world.
But as I hear cries of joy, the cries of pain almost seem natural.
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