As I sit and, thinkI try not to blinkTears well up insideNever to be criedWaiting, wonderingMemories skippingSticking, spinning roundA film without soundI turn, spin, twist, twirl,I trip, fall, unfurlStand, stagger, crumbleUnbalanced stumbleCollapse, giving wayShow hidden decayThe festering pastBursts through at long lastOne eye looks warySees the dark scaryOne knows, looks awayNot captured todaySoon I find my eyesLook th...
So now we circle around back to the beginning of Part 1 where we find Jen in her room packing. All her clothes fit nicely in the duffle bag, a small hard sided suitcase also purchased from a yard sale would hold her breakables and toiletries. Her backpack and purse would hold everything else. She sat in her darkened room with her heart beating rapidly watching the clock At around 3:00 am she saw a light flashing and shini...