sisters

sisters are something very special. they are your partners in crime. your best friends in sadness. your enemy in arguments. your helpers in need. my sister is leaving, for the first time in my entire life my sister will be going to live somewhere without me. i won't be able to see her whenever i want to, i won't be able to call her and hang out if i need her- i suppose that's part of growing up- isn't it? to me it just feels like another piece of the puzzle of my life that is coming crushing down like the tower of babel- and like the builders of that famous tower- i don't understand the things spoken to me-- all of a sudden all thing surrounding me are foreign and strange and unreal. 

it is now for the first time in many many years that i will learn to live alone and live to love myself- without anybody's elses love to follow...