I fell asleep with the wind last night. It wrapped me up hoping I would feel better but I just continue to feel the same. I told the wind about my story,The Adventures Of A Sad Girl. The wind quietly took in what I said. It went like this: Is it possible to be broken? Or maybe I just over think things?. I have gotten so use to saying “I’m Ok" that I have been running away this whole time. This Sad Girl has trained her brain to not love for so long she created the illusion that she had it all along. Her tears fall every night for acceptance to feel loved,pretty,smart….just put TOGETHER again but it just doesn’t work. She rocks herself to sleep every night to calm down and reset herself with ”PLAY" thoughts to keep her sane. This girl has come to a point in time where she can’t tell logic from emotions because her numb ways caused all of it to be jumbled. What do you do when the puzzle is broken? How do you piece together something that needs more than a band-aid? As she begins to sob more words out the wind just continues to listen. The wind is the only one to understand .As the Sad Girl drifts off into more numbness the more she feels light. The pain she had just lifts away and moment of silence comes on. As the wind takes her away,it whispers “don’t worry,everything is going to beok.” The words that the girl have longed for to hear has finally kissed her ears. As she drifted off into the next time leaving everything to the wind,she finally felt right realizing YES, she was broken but repairable. The wind sent her on her way and walked off to never return.
