our silent treatments are always put in a box to be sent far away for a long period of time but only to come back adding in more heat and tension in the air when fights occur once more. it is not I who delivers this box, how can I when I have absolutely no say in this? when he is the elder and I am just a teenager too young to understand what life is all about. so where is this box now? as day changes to night and night changes to day, this box gets so full with ongoing grudges that it now overflows with hatred, anger, tears, and pain. I want to take in whatever I've let pass and scream WHY CANT YOU SEE IT to his face but to my better judgement, that would make matters worse.

"so do you think Beyonce's concert will be canceled?"

I reply with a curt I dont know.

he now mumbles words I can not make meaning of.

"what?"

he does it again.

even if I put his words together, it sounds ridiculous. what does "so where is bob tonight" means? I simply stiffen up and ignore. the music that was playing in the background helped so much I quickly finish up the cleaning and close the door behind me.

just... don't die on me yet.
if you were to go now and my last memory of you is this, when does the thinking stops? 0 comments