a painful ride

It was a painful ride. It was unbearable. But there was nothing that I could do. To stop my move. To stop the world swirling.

I had hard time breathing. I was choking. Brother was driving. I don’t know what he was thinking. Maybe he thinks that I’m selfish. Maybe he thinks I’m stupid. I don’t know. I care? No.

My phone rang. It was my sister. She asked why? What is so hard?

I said I called you back later. And I hang up.

I was raining.

But the sky is so bright.

I cried more when I was in the toilet.

While waiting for that piece of paper.