counting sands.

Why talk about family when the ones you got,

they don't got you.

You got your brother to calm you down, and a mum you would calm down. Who makes it easier for dad when he's breaking, whoever asks if he's crying? Lucky unlucky, we're all of it once. How can we blame people for the things they don't know, that we've never even bothered to talk about? How can we talk about things people fail to understand due to their own unwillingness? How do you mend what's broken, when you're too busy "fixing" what has always been dear? I'll never understand why people bother so much of the things that aren't as essential for their condition, when the little things, that give the biggest impact on your life, are ignored or swept under the carpet on a daily.

A lot on our minds, shoulders heavier each day as we neglect what's crucial or used to be, hands red and blue swollen from holding on too tight, from staying on too long. Words, we misused this, it's our ego, it's our pride, it's our ignorance that impairs how we were. Some parts broken, shattered, lost. We've wrecked it all. Is it time to let go? We wouldn't have ever thought of letting it be. For it to come to that point, is rather devastating. What once was bond has disintegrated. Do we wait for death to do us part, or we've taken it all on our hands inflicting it on ourselves as I don't see life in what we are. We choose who to become, how to act and react, but if nothing changes, is it us who are the problem? They say communication is key.

Though I'm kinda done talking.

-riri-