she feels so tired, as if she went to the end of her life and got back here. she sits here now, pale face, damaged mind, trying to cancel her life, or at least to cancel what’s creeping from the past.

life is what you make it. if you make it a burden then you better get strong so as to be able to carry it.

it never gives you easy answers. like he never gives her time to be.

he is ephemeral as a fad.

However, even in his hate there’s more passion than in most of the people she has ever met.

December 2013

by Margarita Georgiadis
by Margarita Georgiadis

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