she feels she's found it,
finally an end..
no more bickering,
no more childlike tantrums..
slowly, she paints herself a paradise..
but just as she finishes,
the storm begins again..
washing away her colours,
leaving it dull and empty..
again the bickering,
again the childlike acts..
her life is a cycle,
she wishes it would stop.
5:45 am
