Every where I look I am reminded of a memory. Every corner of every street is tainted. Every Store, every building is haunted with my past. I inhale the winter air and watch the steam exhale. inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Something that has never been easy for me. Breathing.
I try and go through the stages of my transformation but it is impossible. I will never be that girl again breathing; will never be easy. I am forever changed never to be the same. Through the oppressed clouds I see the sun peaking through. A reminder that life moves on and the cycle of life continues. I trudge through the snow, walk around the pale grey and black stones until I see the one I have been looking for. It is small but with intricate detail. The carvings are of angels embracing in the corners. I feel hopeless but only for a moment when I remember the huge bill I paid for this chunk of rock. My hands tremble from the intense cold and I regret not driving my car down the two mile Fame street. I guess I wanted extra thinking time on my way, not that I didn't have enough on the 300 mile drive down here.