Jennifer's Voice Blog

S.O.S.

Posted on 09/25/2008 | In: Jennifer's Voice Blog (1:58, 8 plays)

It's that bed, that same old bed and the same old door, creaking in its same old fashion. Its the slight emptiness and timidity that doesn't soothe my madness. It's the broken family comfortably forming a blanket of denial. We are broken. What are you talking about? It's that absence of so much, but that gratitude for so little. It's that sunrise in the window and that cuddly kitten on the carpet. It's those two young kids waking up with that sunshine naturally glowing in their eyes. It's that parent who's waking up to grey feeling grey, acting grey, he is grey just a sketch of the portrait he once called himself. Can't even tell what he is right now. It's that little girl beside him I cannot find the strength to attach myself to. No..it is not a lack of strength but more so a lack of will. Apathy if i do say so myself. It's the singing heat at the back of my neck and the voices laughing in my head. Its the constant possibility of another sting. Of another outbreak of fevers again. It's the constant fear of everyhing. That pushes me over the edge.

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