Kaya
Bad feelings grow inside you like spring flowers. They become bigger slowly and steadily until they reach all parts of your body. The grains are planted in your centre- it’s where they were born, and once they have spread their stems all the way down to your fingertips, they start blossoming, enveloping you like a giant petal that covers you whole from the inside. And you can’t move. You are sheltered by this enormous blossom that you can’t tear or break. You are trapped.
The bad feeling owns you now.
I am sitting close to Theodor, unable to move. Because of what he said, I heard a few days ago. Or at least it was another version of it.
“My mother married Nathaniel Byrne when I was very little. I knew he had a family - one he had made with his true mate, but the had to leave t
