i was 15
::blind her eyes begin. the darkness in her mind. the left and right inside her. cruel and kind. the past still haunts her now. though she was just 15. and no one blames a girl as young as she was. she starts to speak her truth. she's never said before. the things that keep her so reserved. and as she speaks it out. she slowly splits her eyes. to shed a little tear and taste the light.:: [fono]too many things to hold inside. but ur turning and i see you hide your eyes. i wish you would speak and free me. it's not a question of love, only a question of who's letting go. don't. please.
and love is this rope by which i hang.
*bex