sunset saga

  The day ended in such a mess. Not how you would want your Saturday to end.   He pulled the door handle and got into his room. The door followed him slowly and silently. With a shattering sound it locked. It was dark inside.   A string of thoughts traversed his mind. He felt heavily burdened. He gazed through the window and listened to the monologue of the blustery wind that swept the sprays of rain.  A queer feeling engulfed his soul. What you feel when you’re down to earth and can’t even explain to yourself the kind of feeling you have. For the first time he felt like he didn’t have a family. Like they were just people he knew . A young sister, a father and a mum. She was not his biological mum, but he never treated her any lesser than he would have treated his real mum. He kept staring outside as the rain swept through the wrought iron fence.  Things had changed drastically and he couldn’t find a reason why. His father had never been this careless with his choice of words. He was

Have you ever had a friend you love? You love them like your mother or even just as you love yourself?  Anyone? Okay I have some. If you don’t, perhaps you should consult Leviticus 19:18. We all have something we love, if not your pet then maybe your bicycle.  A beautiful set of scars, that carry a great deal of memories. They grow beautiful day by day. They were once ugly and seen like some sort of a curse. I guess they felt how you feel when you are rejected by your family. But for some reason now they feel at home, like you feel when you make peace with someone you love after years of bitterness. They feel like they have a home, and that home is you. Sometimes you just have to make peace with your past to save your future from becoming a constant battle.  There was a scar, or scars mayhap. It wasn’t strange because we all get hurt when we are children. You don’t know how but you just couldn’t stop loving things that left you scars. That’s what children do best right? Most childhood