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Widow


Before: happiness.

 

I was lost in time.

Everything was moving so fast.

I wished I couls run till I couldn't breath.

 

I shouldn't let the temptation overwhelm me.

 

There were a lot of thigns to learn:

          Learning not to hope.

          Learning to not burrow everyday experiences

          Learning to be alone out of pleasure.

 

And one night, for the first time

I was scared.

I was sinking.

 

I had a glimpse of madness.

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