Break me to small parts.

The woman had not dyed her hair in approximately 6 months.
The top half of her head was brown, the bottom yellow.
She sits patiently. I imagine her smoking, but it isn't allowed inside.
Her boy comes out, he is small, looks fragile in his striped button up shirt.
He places himself in the chair next to her and he smiles.
He is silent but he knows that he belonged to her.
He maneuvers beside her,then he curls up in her lap and she holds him tightly.
One hour later, she has to go, so he has to go back to his room.
His tiny hand waves to her and he smiles once again.

I can't handle too much emotional information.
I am not a human being who can contain constant anger or suppression.

Balance is key.
So, I listen to all the sides.
Cut snippets and piece it together when I am at ease.

I don't understand the drama divers.
The indulgence is incredibly irresistible and I have my moments.
I have to say NO, boldly.

I have to say NO and move on with what had occupied my mind in the first place.
I have goals for myself.
Physically and mentally I want to become stronger.
I realize that my sanity varies but I know I am mostly an optimistic case.

I feel electric.
I need nourishment.
I need support.

I just wish it did not come out so dramatic.
We all need to be heard out.

I won't spit in your face.