Friday, October 21, 2011

Finally

 An older scrap of writing which will also likely work into the novel in some form or another. Re-read it and actually didn't think I had written it for a moment. At least three to four years old.


Many things have happened. Many things changed, many things transpired and finished in the blink of an eye. And I sit here in the midst of this maelstrom, and all I can do is seemingly weep.

It's finally happened.

I've wished for it for so long, and the elation that I should feel but don't confirms its truth.

These things don't hurt anymore, the people's words, as barbed as they are no longer sting. Their scornful gazes no longer burn, and their judgmental minds and mouths fall on deaf ears. The blood in my veins might as well be ice.

I've wished for it for so long, and the elation that I should feel but don't confirms its truth.

I've finally become numb.

-M