I washed my hair, I’m still a messI’m having trouble getting dressedI’
I washed my hair, I’m still a messI’m having trouble getting dressedI’ve still got memories to repressBut I still hear my mama sayingIf you’re sad and you know it, and you don’t want to show itClap your handsIf you are sad, that’s okayYou can clap it all awayJust clap your hands He’s,,, having a hard time. But no darkness lasts forever and with time and some help he will heal don’t worry. ;context for the first pic below if you feel in the mood to read somethingHis mother had recommended he spend some time outside each day for fresh air and sunshine, and why not, he had thought. Maybe it would lighten his mood like she thought. The breeze had a bitter edge to it, making Felix shove his hands further into his hoodie’s front pockets, but the sun was warm, soaking down into his jacket, hair, and jeans. It did feel pretty good. He wiggled his toes inside his shoes and watched an ant run across the pavement between his feet. A jogger ran past, and he heard the shrieks of delight from a few children running onto the playground on the other side of the park. The wind was cold, but it felt nice paired with the heat of the sun. He was glad he’d taken a walk, even if he hadn’t made it far before he had to take a rest. And it was a beautiful day, just like mom had said.The churning lightning cloud knot in his stomach seemed to loosen a little. The new leaves on the elm nearby were beautiful against the tentative blue spring sky. He noticed a few precious dandelions in the grass, a pinkish rock half buried in the dirt under his bench. A couple walked past with their dog, and he felt himself smile a little. The world was still beautiful, even if his life wasn’t. He was broken out of his thoughts by an unfamiliar voice. “Hey, Felix." Startled, he turned to the speaker, a tall man with brown bangs and a scar across the bridge of his nose. One hand was in the pocket of his jeans, while the other offered him a sandwich. It was almost comical in its unexpectedness."You should eat this." His stomach lurched and he remembered he still hadn’t eaten anything that day. The man moved the sandwich closer to him, looking at him expectantly. Confused, Felix accepted the sandwich. "Thank you?”Normally he would be suspicious of such a situation. He didn’t know this man, but he knew him- surprisingly well apparently. Felix knew there was a bounty on his head. What if the sandwich was poisoned? But glancing at the man standing next to him there was nothing malicious in his sympathetic smile, and he found he trusted it in spite of all logic. “Thanks,” he mumbled again, unsure what else to say. The man chuckled and patted his shoulder.“See you later, buddy.” And then he left. Felix watched him walk down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He paused to talk to a little boy going the opposite way with a kite, and Felix watched him stoop to tie the boy’s shoe before ruffling his hair and continuing on his way. The boy paused in front of Felix. "Your sandwich is about to fall, Mister,” he said solemnly. Felix started and adjusted his grip before the filling could fall out.When he looked up again the man was gone.The sandwich was turkey and banana peppers, which was strange because that was his favorite. -- source link
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