Color the Eighth: Brown

[bluesummerwind]

This one was so hard.

Also really short.

Also kind of strange.

Where did it go, sis?

What happened to everything?

It’s so hard to talk to you now.

It doesn’t feel like we’re ‘brother and sister’ anymore.

I feel weird throwing emotions at you.

Would you cry, if you saw me cry?

Would you care, if you saw me cry?

Do you even want to know about anything?

I feel like you don’t.

I feel just as dramatic as those people you rant about, sis.

And I don’t know if I bother you.

And so then I wonder about all those plans we made.

Are those things really going to happen.

Will you leave me when you need to?

Will you miss me when you do?

I’ll miss you.

And if I left, right now?

Would you be sad?

Would you care that I was leaving?

And do you want to hear about the things I tell you about?

Because you never have much to say back.

And so I wonder.

And just keep wondering.

If you feel the same way I do.

Or if you just show it differently.

Anyway, sis.

I have to go.

Eventually.

And I hope you’ll miss me when I’m gone.

Like I’ll miss you.