Walking out to meet the fresh morning sun, I felt over agitated to even walk normally. I want to run, I want to shift, I want to scream, it's not easy to see the beautiful sunny morning under different circumstances.

     I do see the sun, I do get to look at it, I do get to think about it, but not with a smile on my face.   Then, I would cry, hoping to get that hope and carefree as the sun one day.

    Holding both sides of my flare dress, I hurried anywhere. Just going to random places, feeling invisible as everyone ignores me giggling all my way through. Nobody...