Spoilers: Wayward Son

Spoilers: Wayward Son

Wayward Son Highlights: Part Four

I hate my house.

There is always too much food in the pantry and not enough bread in the fridge. Too much hair on the floor and not enough light in the living room.

I hate my house.

There is always too much laundry and not enough space. Always too much time not enough money. Always too many apologies. Too many "I love you" 's.

Too much sadness shoved messily under the covers of unmade beds. Too much anger splattered on the hallway floors and bathroom mirrors. Too many white lies stuffed under the door to stop the screams from reaching the neighbours.

So much hate. Nowhere to go.

It seeps in to walls and chips at the paint. It clogs the drain and cracks the tiles. It suffocates me in bed until i sit up at 3 am dry eyed and burning up.

The hate burrows it's way under our fingernails. Tarnishes the cheap jewellery. Poisons the water. Until it is running in our veins. Eating away at our bones. Tearing up our souls. Gnawing at out every thought.

Until it consumes us.

Until we hate ourselves as much as we hate home.

Until it bubbles out of our every crevice to stain the floor we walk on. The people we touch. Until all we have is the hate. Until all we have are the things we hate.

Until all we have is ourselves

And our home

And so much

Hate.

Wayward son Highlights: Part Five

Mild spoilers

Sometimes I wonder if life is merciful. Or, she has simply run out of ways to spite me.

If you fall in love with someone you think you can change, did you really fall in love with them?

Or with the idea of who they could be, for you. With the idea of you could be, for them. Savior, Healer, God.

If you fall in love with someone you think you can change, did you really fall in love with them?

Or maybe, You just fell. Like a mere mortal. Not savior nor healer nor God.

Or maybe, you just fell. Reeling from the mortality of the action, you try and convince yourself it was deliberate. Voluntary. Anything but the way it truly happened.

Or maybe, you just fell. And are trying to make the best of scrapped palms and knees.

If you fall in love with someone you think you can change, did you really fall in love with them?

Or did you fall in love with change. Fall in love with love. Fall in love with falling.

If you fall in love with someone you think you can change, did you really fall in love with them at all?