She walked into the room and felt alone. The bitter cold nipped her nose and she turned to walk away. If you were there you would know. what would you know? the hurt. a four letter word that means so much to a person. within seconds she pondered. should i stay? is this worth it? then she thought of her army of glory. the army of strength she created within the world some would call her mind. her mind had many different lands full of both beauty and hurt. hurt. that word again. most of her thoughts led her to that place. the dark town. that’s what she called it in her land of mystery. she had no room for hurt so she bundled it into a town in the land of her mind.
“no i wont let it beat me” she whispered into the quiet. she proceeded ahead and made her way into the room. the room has the scent of hurt, to much for most to handle. she looked around at the bare walls which were once bursting with pictures of happy events. events that provided a scale of growth. events that she treasured. now all gone and never forgotten. the carpet had stains. spilled milk, puppy traces. the windows lit up the room. the light spread like an aroma making the room seem hurtless. this did not trick her, she knew the truth.
a single couch was left in the middle of the room. she proceeded towards it and slowly layid her body on it. a well needed rest rejuvenated her broken down body. returning to her childhood home was like walking in a dark alley for her. she couldn’t see the danger but she knew it was there. her danger was much different though. her danger came from inside a broken soul. she sighed deeply and slowly took her stance. (more…)