sara

i look at sara... she's lying so comfortably on the floor/couch



so, mostly i think... i have a great life. i have friends who love me, a great family, things are working out for me... and i love them all. and i squeeze her (sara) tightly because i just want to pour out that love that's overflowing in me.



then sometimes... i see her sleeping so peacefully oblivious to everything around her. and i envy her. i envy her

all the times she doesn't have to wake up early to go to school or college,
every paper she doesn't have to sit for,
every pain she doesn't have to endure,
every guilt she doesn't have to feel (except for messing up the house),
every anger she doesn't have to feel,
every tear she doesn't have to shed.

she gets to sleep throughout it all while i have to face everything.