2:30AM

It's 2:30AM

With no signe of sleep

The fan blows fast

In this dimly lit room by my fairy lights

Arodred with butterfly of paper.

My mother, father and brother sleeping soundly.

Father often readujust, perhaps his nose is irritating him.

It's been a month, since they came hear.

We have had operation of mothers ear and fathers nose.

Brother too showed his spine to the docters.

A month of being surrounded by docters and roaming around rooms filled with white and blue.

Hearing the rattling of alluminium in medicine wrappings.

It's been an experience. 

Been some time since we have spent so long together.

And now in a few hours they will leave.

I have not been good to them. 

I have not been kind, like I promised.

And I blame myself for it. 

But perhaps I do think a lot

Perhaps I do compare a lot.

I am not a good child right?

I see my hanged creations swag.

Mother sleeping besides me.

I guess families are ment to Messy

And in the end it's the choice that matters

The choice to stay, even when things get ugly.

Now I am clad in a shwall gifted to mother by someone we don't adore.

But now I have made it mine. 

It's sad, when they leave 

After your body has learned their presence. 

Then we will return to a life that I spend alone.

In a place that soon will be left behind.