loosing hope

Everyday is a struggle I can only feel pain and when the tears roll down my face I feel this overwhelming pain that wont go away. I look back to the memories of when you went outside with me to build a snowman or just roll around in the snow and I can't find you there it was just me alone. You decided to sit in the house and get fat I hated you for it. This hate just grew and grew just like your waist like exploded. I miss rolling around in the snow with my cousins they always played hard. god help me i miss the days when i used to have trash bags and plastic lids that everyone would laugh at me when it broke. How am I ever going to create new memories when I live with a non active kid who always says NO to everything. I wanna go over my cousins so badly because I know they will be throwing snowballs they will be rolling around in the snow having fun together. well I'm done this is why I cry.

particles

millions of tiny little particles bursting into the sky an  existence for a breath of tomorrow  a long forgotten emotion a prayer a name a place a time not leaving this world behind the anticipation the rush of the vibe the feeling that explodes into your heart when you experience something new and overwhelming for the first time exposure from tiny little particles flying in the time and space the in between electrify pixelized multiplied captured and disappeared a flavor so magical from natures soil we rise and fell currents and patterns shifting across the plains like waterfalls particles exist in every space shape and form


-christina nyaburi