Families

Stilted conversations over many years have left me bewildered, angry, even ashamed of who I am. Superficial intercourse always open for discussion as wry smiles and awkward silences fill the artificial existence we all pretend to enjoy. We gather round, an afternoon soiree, as families do of course... But our eyes never meet as those who love each other should, all blind to each other’s emotional needs. Dysfunctional neurosis, the glue that has kept us together. Ironically, reticence, the glue which continues to pull us apart.