Empty Love Dreams

There is many who believe that living is a part of your skin and the creations you lead upon. The others believe that living consists of emotions that must be silenced.

The saturated gray cement slipped shyly under my sneakers, and my pants mulched with the slippery fluid. I held onto my flimsy bag and could hear the empty air and faraway voices. I let my pant legs drag under my sneakers as it soaked up the water from the various puddles. My mind was full of arguments and disorderly thoughts. I could see my mother asking for daily help, and my father arguing the same. Three jobs was enough, but I was the provider for my enthusiast drugged family.

The cold water made me shiver, and it was so far from my house. I kept walking, but the silence of being alone and the aggravating struggles of going to the next challenging struggle made it less of a motivated effort for me. My palms have been stuck near my face the whole time, it will freeze if it is not. I kept walking in order to feel my toes.

I feel my thoughts overcoming my heart. It hurts to think of when this will end. When I can live in a normal place without being hurt in the middle of the night, or screams within my numb ears. My thoughts are getting deeper and the rain is pouring harder. I can't see the end of this path anymore. Will it ever end?

When I start to ripple the water with my feet a little more slower, I feel a sudden clutch over my shoulder. I am pulled with an urgent force and nailed down to the water without a hope. I want to fight back, but I felt inside that there was no use. The water soaks over my body and the man yells words uncomprehending with the loud thunder of rain.

I look at him with dreary eyes. Tired of the day and tired of my life. I tell him to see...

I pull back my sweater sleeves and bruises line my wrists to my elbows distant point. I see that he gives no remorse, so I pull my pant legs up and wounds deep to my bone are wrapped in bandages and gauges. His head moves to the side. I then take off my jacket and take off my shirt and show him my torn and broken body. The blue and black race of my soul. He starts to whimper for not me but for himself.

I gravitated towards him and held him while he and I (strangers) drowned our problems unknown until the rain stopped and the tears became salt dust.

I kept walking, and living. Not in silence, but in thunder.