Sunday, October 6, 2013


Tatty Soup
“Some doors are best left closed,” he said, when he got back home.
She became angry at him because she thought it was better to clarify things, to talk about what was not right, to be honest. It was easy to get trapped in routines and entangled in the petty little every-day-life bickering.
“To grow above that, we cannot open all doors,” he replied.
She tried to understand, but she couldn’t… Unspoken, muddled half-truths broke her heart.
He walked away. “I’m right,” he thought, only to become so lonely in his fake righteousness.
She stayed, alone, behind a closed door.

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