There’s Too Much Smoke To See It, All Of Our Pieces

Leaving the room with him in there to gather his thoughts was the only thing I knew to do. I know a part of me was happy that he would even consider putting aside his career just to be with me (No one had ever done that for me, not even my own family).

But the other parts weren’t as greedy.

They wanted to think about what he was giving up. The years of efforts and dedication he had putting into his life as a musician, it wasn’t something to be easily thrown away.

I wanted him to see that. To feel that. But there’s too much smoke to see, all the broken, all of our pieces.

And I was that smoke.

Growing up wasn’t easy for me. My mother a devoted house wife, who got pregnant in her first year of college. Abandoned everything to be the perfect mother, the perfect wife to her once sweet first love, but it all turned soar the moment I came into the picture.

The pleasure in a costume, costing more than what its worth.