You'dBeFrightenedToo

I'm falling, my dear. and this time there are no hands there to catch me. I suppose you would say it's my fault, silly little girl messing with things she knows nothing about, but in fact I know more than I should.

You may call me stupid, for being afraid of the dark. and you may call me stupid for believing in the childish monsters that creep from underneath beds to caress cheeks and tug at hair, but if you saw the monsters in my head I think that just maybe you would believe as well. And just maybe, you would be afraid.

I threw out my release like a little girl girl throws out a blanket she believes she no longer needs. Only to find that when she wants it back it is no longer dropping off her bed. And so I did what any little girl would do, I bought a new blanket, I found a new release. But alas this blanket was bad for me, it slouched when I carried it burning my hands with the sadness it held inside. And so yet again, I threw it away. Only to discover that I missed the sadness burning my hands, I missed the way it sighed when I slept with it held in my hands. I missed the way it kept the monsters away.