Again I am frustrated by this crazy conversation that’s going on and on in my head, it’s unknown.

It is something inexistent, it sounds like a crazy tune, maybe it’s my hidden talent that gets triggered. Is it a signal to start singing?

Maybe I am asked to dance, to do something else. I am asked to sit instead of sleep. I am asked to stand instead of sleep on it.

Ah, I remember, it happened during fire, it got triggered. Someone is waking me up, hurrying me to come out.

I wasn’t sleeping I was sitting, I was in a distant watching that beautiful fire burn them up.

But my house wasn’t, it was safe. I was blessed and I was being watched. My things are protected.

There’s nothing wrong of being kind and assertive. There’s nothing wrong with reaching the highest range.

I think I’ve triggered this deepest part of me after that fire that occurred that day. I can shout like him, I started hearing them.

Published by Roselyn

Hi! I'm Roselyn! The first and only daughter of my father. He's a farmer and I am so proud of him for raising me and accepting me as his own. I believe that Broken families are meant to be broken for good. As a product, I always feel in-secured about family coz I think I don't have one and I am left alone; but the truth is, I still have them, they just went separate ways and I just have to accept that and move on. It's my only insecurity, I have no place to call my home coz my parents doesn't have one. They're broken after all. I'm going to make a family and it will start with me.

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