Today I allowed myself to feel some. At first, enough, and then as night drew long, too much. The weekend is approaching. Assurances of my lack of worth outside the Stone House. Pale, I gazed out the window and watched the world play without me. She took notice, and quietly undid herself so that I could take those few hours that I told her I really needed.
Some sunlight, and the long shadow she made, standing in which I was temporarily free from guilt. She drove me there without a word, and he held my hand on the drive home and didn't even ask how I'd been, because she already knew. My body spoke louder than my silence. When my eyes saw the reflection of the tired girl in the mirror, I asked myself why it was that I couldn't rest.
Nothing ever changes. Everything is ordinary. Sometimes I feel like I'll overflow.