It was the first storm of the season.

After months, so dry.

The rain pouring down, washing away the watchful eyes.

Cradling myself, I say goodbye.

Thunder crashes, muffling past cries.

The rain gets louder, yet the noise goes quiet.

I can’t say what I think, I can only write it.

If I try to speak, it comes out jumbled.

Some might think, I’m a little troubled.

So now that the past thoughts h...

"Is it a girl or a boy?"

The colour came out pink, and there I was within a blink.

I grew up with Barbie dolls, dressed in pastels.

I got excited on the beach when I found a pink shell.

Then came school, first grade.

Girls were like, "Who likes pink? It's so girly."

And with that, I made a huge mistake.

From then on, my favourite colours changed.

It went from blue to red, to gold, to a wide ...

“It’s okay, I have tomorrow.”

My eyes stare at themselves through the mirror.

It's 11:09, the day went by in another procrastination blur.

What did I eat for breakfast?

Oh, maybe I skipped.

What about work?

I did nothing, just gained an impending thirst.

My water bottle sits there.

In front of me, caught in my stare.

I only took five sips, maybe three.

Who am I kidding?

Only me.

I look...

"If I were her, I'd go mad."

"Oh look at her poor self, trying to get through the war without flashbacks."

But oh, she had every right to go mad.

But did she?

She had every right to fall back into her memories.

And get lost in the endless screams.

She could of let the darkness sink into her veins as she felt the evil take her over.

She could have welcomed the darkness in a huge embrace and l...

I had two choices.

One with a future so certain it was like predicting a cliche play's last part.

The other, with no information, just a certain fresh start.

I chose the second of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't be writing this, but instead, I think I'd be shedding a tear.

I chose the door with no certain outcome, but I also chose the door where I found my tongue.

It wasn't frie...