a life so sweet that you could regurgitate it all

Like a wrapper being plunged away from a sugary sweet candy, the frilly thoughts of an anticipating and angsty adolescent come rushing off the fingertips and onto the pages. Delicately and deliberately, her mother draws a set of conclusions from the diary, stripping the pages of poured emotions away from the spine of a plain, but nostalgic, spiral notebook. She flicks her fingertips, rummaging through the remnants of the past year and the successive suicides of two sisters that now only reside and linger in the shimmers and shadows of a widow’s wandering mind at the fringe of insanity.