a little space i call my own

really

the word "mother" has never ever existed in the living room of the humble household. for one women, who is unable to let the other members feel her existance as a "mother", does she deserve any feelings at all?

Tonight. the moonlight. shone generously.

i knocked on my father's door, with fear in heart, courage in appearance. i told him,"
i'd not want to see that women again."

i did not make any justification. my father didn't expect any. however, i continued," if this goes on, i might... i might... i might go crazy and just eat her up."

his expressions has gone beyond what words could describe. the shock. the guilt. the very long sigh..."what ought to happen, had happened." he hesitated. but went on,"it shouldn't be forced."

i waited. he stopped. i saw his vision narrowing on himself. the eyeballs thin. the hair grew longer and longer. the claws came out beyond that flesh on his hands.

my father waved his hands, requesting my leave.

i walked out his room, like a human...

[ to be continued... i need to go for a soccer session... be back later to update and get new ideas... take care people... love ya =) ]

if you say "i love you", make sure you fucking mean it...