Despondency

Her family bond was composed of negativity. Dinnertime could always be served with a cup of pessimism that would quench any thirst for criticism. Somedays it seemed the air was suffocating; There was no oxygen to breathe in, just distaste and dislike- that there never seemed to be a lack of. Their conversations were more like observations that were selective to one side that was unfortunately all too blind. Their days were ticking time bombs of when the next clock would strike contradiction; the next day would come along with the same repitition of confliction, forget resolution. There was no time to consider when the tension would dissolve from being absolute antagonism to more of a slight bit optimism. Please tell her why. Her family is destroyed by a bond of mutual dejection, their dinner was always served with an unabashed silence acknowledging nothing but error while she couldnt help but wonder if she had wings, would she stay or approach the sky that seemed much more opportunistic from down there.