Silent nights, holy nights. My thoughts are scattered around the floor like a doormat, waiting for an owner to step on it, waiting for an owner to claim it. The echoes of my head rings at the back of my head, it’s voice void, yet resounding in my ears. I closed my eyes. I wanted it to stop, and at the same time, it seemed like it was not working at all. I was locked on Dads chest, the only place my body was not protesting too, the only place o was finding solace in, and I wanted to remain there. Locked there in. Like that, forever. I took a deep breath. I breathed in a shallow way, waiting for this void to unfill me. I had no idea how I was feeling this way, I had no idea why it had to be now, of all times to be feeling this way. All I just wanted to do was hug dad. It had been me and him all through. During the times where I will suddenly fall sick from sleep, my body really hot from tears and my face flushed with sickness. Sometimes, when it was just me and him, not wanting to t
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