Tie The Ends

"I can't stop"

I said these words because I meant them, the shrink asked "why" because she's supposed to. It's a swinging ship ride like on the Santa Monica Pier, it's just keeps swinging faster and faster. We don't know what else to do but enjoy it because in minutes it's up and we are being told to get off. Except once we get off we feel this adrenaline rush that feeds on us like a cigerette feeds on soured minds and healthy lungs.

"I should go, It's a Wednesday", because it's all I had to say for myself. Then she, with her P.H.D rebuttled with, "Yes, it is...hence why your here". It made sense to me, seeing as I still had forty-five minutes until I would be late for school and all I had done was sit in this putrid marigold chair that was so old it was making a second round in home decor magazines. We have thought of all the things there were to think, maybe what we are is just dreamers with already dreamed dreams.

She spoke, "Wendy, I know it's hard but we all miss you."

Silence stayed strong as I lifted the muddy strands off the seas that resided underneath my long lashes and looked into her cloudy eyes. It was like when crayola met a coloring book; Madness began.

"miss me?"

"Yes you."

"but why?"

"because it's human"

"to a mother"

"to anybody"

"no"

"Yes, I miss hearing what you think."

We had just colored outside the lines, Strawberry shortcake was now serving blueberries instead; sour ones. Really, what I think is not that interesting.

Here's why, "I'm stopping Mother" and while I swiftly glided towards the door thinking that it had stopped she rebuttled. "Sure you are, I see your making just marvelous progress; so I'll see you next week?" I turned the knob opened it just a crack small enough for me to squeeze through because she was right. I can't stop swinging.