Lost SoulThey ask me about my hands. Why and what and how and did it hurt? No.Lost Soul9 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I don’t think I feel pain anymore. But why?
As if I have to explain my world to you . . . but let me try.
L is for my last name. As the first born I have a lot to live up to. My father is my hero and I can only hope to be as brave and hardworking and honest as he is. He is the best man I know.
O is for owning up to my mistakes, and God damn there are plenty to choose from. As much as I try to run from them, they are constantly at my back.
S. S is for solitude, a world all my own. Some say that solitude is lonely but oftentimes I feel most at home when I’m alone.
T is for terror. The worst of my fears. Among them is spiders, babies, and speaking out of turn. And as a walking contradiction, my worst fear is ending up alone. I don’t readily admit that to everyone, but its true. I love my time alone but I fear being that way forever, with no one who will accept me as I truly am.
The second S is fo