Bruise

The shadows under her eyes reveal her tender state – she has been thinking a lot lately, perhaps she’s been thinking too much, but she feels, she knows, a change is coming.

She needs to decide what is valued highest and what she can live without, because sidling on the edges leaves her tired and nauseated and fed up. In a day, in a month, in a year things can change so drastically, as they have for her, your mind could still be spinning, your heart could still be racing, and in all the craziness you can realise things you were blinded to before, and sometimes your dreams can make you wake up and realise them.

It happened to her. She woke up, on a chilled morning sometime in January, after having dreamt something seemingly arbitrary, and she knew almost certainly, what it meant. The days, the events leading up to that late night show in her subconscious tie into it so immaculately, making it hard to button and harder still to ignore.

She knew it would be a hurt, a pain to live with for a while, but worse still would be denying the reality; the reality of how she felt and the reality of how they feel. And they don’t feel as she would, and they don’t know all that she does, and they don’t care.

She will be bruised for a while, but the truth heals wounds; eventually.
Because you have to weigh the good and the bad, the things you can live with and the things you would rather not.