| | the regrets were piercing and clear; a testament to all who chose to see. They were haunting and real, they were lasting and ugly. All questioned them, brought them to her mind every day. She couldn't run from them, couldn't escape them. Before long, they followered her everywhere. They were on their faces, in the sky, in the backs of her eyelids, in her dreams, in the voices that spoke to her. It seemed that she would never climb this jagged mountain. She would continue to stumble, and cut her fingers. When would it end? Could she ever get rid of them? The tears she cried nightly couldn't wash away the guilt they brought her. These self inflicted regrets would scab over and scar in time. They would just be a few bad reputations to her name. Big deal? |
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