wushuugirl

Her eyes glaze through me, her mouth agape, trying to choke up the scream that's biting her soul. I talk to her, trying to make her understand who I am. Her head droops down, and I become alone. How did this happen? Where was the life that shone so illuminant throughout the house? Where is that intelligent being that talked to me and gave me advice? I remember when you used to make me my favorite sandwiches, and how you always used to call me your little bird. The house is silent. The paintings that you loved now are dark with mourn, and the curtains softly sway, as the breeze caress your face, and you close your eyes like a ne