The beautiful little oil painting is cracking and underneath there only lies midlife crises, psychatric hospitals and depressions.
You sometimes think Christmas will sort it all out, with its temporary all-cheering atmosphere, but it's nothing more than another lie.
You were gone for 10 years, living your life, trying to fix your own desperation, and when you are done everything still falls apart.
Silence is followed by confessions you woud never have wanted to hear.
Families infantilize you, treat you like you can't face anything - and all of a sudden you should be able to comprehend the most hideous truths.
Ah, if only I could hide in the moutains for ever...
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