Facts #2

The slightest suspicion is enough. My mind translates vague suspicions into day-dreaming illusions of trouble. Scenarios, dialogs, emotions, they all flood my mind and remove me from reality. And here I go (again, on my own, down the only road I’ve ever known): terrible things have happened and I storm into fire to save the [...]

Facts

In my room, there are things. Things that are gifts. Or things that belonged to people. There are things that form ties. Ties to people. Tiny things. Insignificant. I could open my window and throw them away. I could just put them in my garbage bag. My memory is not that strong and these things [...]