I feel the separation of lives in the refusal of growth.
I am assigned the same old same old whilst being deliberately excluded from the new.
Even if the new crosses paths with my life, my endeavours.
Separate is my lot.
I want to breathe 'fuck you' and walk away but will no longer allow myself to be ruled by those emotions.
So I smile an 'ok'.
Push embarrassment and pain to the side in the hopes that the wind blows it away.
Nothing really matters, nor does it change. Just fades into a new hue.
Routine creates habit.
So I will maintain until its true.
Natalie Fiawoo ® Blogging on the go...