family

Its so easy to forget. Pretend like it never happened. It didn't exist.
Cheeks flushed. The beginnings of rosebuds. Water dripping down the petals.
Sitting down is even harder when you can't release the air that is trapped inside your lungs. At any moment it will be forced from my chest. Gasps and screams. They kill the silence. The funny thing is that its always silent.
I've ended up pretty lucky. I don't know how it happened. Maybe because so much has happened. From what was the beginning for me things have gone the opposite of how anyone ever would have thought.
I could tell you all of my horror stories. You wouldn't believe most of them. They just aren't necessary. I wouldn't be me without those things. I wouldn't have the love I have without the pain I have. Daily. Insecurity. Irrationality. Individuality.
I always wanted to be the same because I really was different. Now I'm just fine.