C22 Twenty two

LIAM

There was a time when I told my mom everything. I’d burst through the door after school, innocent and eager, spilling my day to her like it was the best story ever told. Somewhere along the way, that part of me eroded, the openness melting away like ice on a summer sidewalk.

Now, I keep my thoughts bottled up, everything tucked behind a wall so high even I can’t climb it