BLIND
SATURDAY, JAN 08TH, 2011 BY CHRISBEE
“I’ve been trying to make everyone happy that I forgot what I wanted to do,” she cried out as her wavy dark brown hair covered her fair, white face. Her tears trickled down her face and her silent moans transformed into deep wheezes. I sat next to her, rubbing her back to comfort her. We sat in silence for for a few minutes. I just watched her, crying everything out—her drunken state, her sadness, her happiness, she relieved everything.“What do you want to do then?” I asked, running my hand down her hair. She laid on my lap.“I’m hungry and tired,” was all she replied.“Then get food and sleep,” I sighed. She dozed off, trying to escape her problems, unable to face reality.
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