The Drabble Collection

by Kaia Mariacle

Just a series of drabbles I wrote. Each one has nothing to do with the others, but I decided they needed a place to live. *warning: slash*

11. Struggling

I don't know who I am.

It's all jumbled. Mangled. Bits and pieces strewn across the floors. The bed. The window. Everywhere I see, hear, smell. Everything I taste.

I don't know where up is. And down is a place I've only just visited. Where is the light and the dark and the gray? The shaded places, rich in browns and golds. They've only just moved within my grasp.

I want and I need and I feel.

But I don't know how to tie my own shoes.

My parents bought me those velcro strap shoes. You know, the ones you just slip on, and velcro across the top? They said it would be easier, less of a challenge for me.

I threw them in the river.