thasha

Fight or Flight?

Ever since I was a child, things felt different. There was love but it did not feel present. There were cheers but it wasn't loud enough. It was an echo. Meant to hear only a few times once the sound waves hit the surface of my eardrums. An echo I miss. An echo I had been longing for. However, there were other 'echoes'. There were loud sounds. Not meant for cheering but as alarm to fight or flight. To run or to hide. To stay or to be present at the moment I never wanted to be at the first place. A lifetime decision. So? Did I fight or flight?