The Rebelle blog

And I write today, yet again, another day when I feel at my lowest, when these noises are deafening my senses and killing my spirits. We sit inside the walls waiting for the sounds of the television to drown this silence that has seeped through us. We are all here, within an arm's reach of each other, yet so distant that no amount of calling will again mend this shrouded family fabric. I am afraid the time has come when everything is set at such a limit that there's no going back. No more is any conversation going to make us the united people we once were. And I weep for this. My heart is broken into pieces never to join again. If only, I could truly just for once turn back the hands of time, do I see some hope. But that's not possible and hence there is no salvation. All hopes and dreams and visions we beheld for our beloved are gone into dust. They are at no point of return to us and we must meekly observe their decay as they take themselves and us in their silly gambi