The Existence Of Amy

by Lana Grace Riva

Recovery time never arrives though, it simply doesn't seem to exist. It's always straight into the next. That's how it operates. Any notion of resting and relief will not be entertained or tolerated.

All my feelings seem to have got fed up and have fled my body. Perhaps they felt over-exerted and couldn't cope. They've left to find a more stable carrier, it's clearly way too stressful in this one.

I've come to be pretty good at the pretending skill for many aspects of life. It's kind of a necessity if I want to avoid making the weird attract the spotlight.

I don't quite know what it is about the sky, but it transfixes, calms and makes me smile. Maybe it's the sheer expanse of open space. I think it might represent some sort of freedom in my mind.

We all struggle, even the sky, but beauty never leaves us if we're open to noticing it.