Sometimes when people say forever, they mean it; and sometimes they don’t.

“I will love you for an eternity and beyond”

His words echoed in her head like African drums beating at a grand ceremony. As she crouched back into the corner of the creaky old bed she clutched to the only thing that now belonged to her; her crayon.  His name, now formed Patterns  on the dirty asylum walls.

© chaos-xd 2017

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