you make what you want of me, I will keep you anyways.

the air was warm on my skin, and it took me by surprise. I waited a moment, lingering - and wishing helplessly that I could put one foot in front of the other .. keep walking. Alas, the invisible umbilical cord gave me a slight tug, and without a conscious thought I turned around and walked back inside. It's not that I wanted to escape, or run away - the wind just caught me, and I have such difficulty not following. That feeling only comes every so often - where I can feel my feet disobeying and conspiring against my conscience. I'm slowly starting to realize why the "family dynamic" is so praised by our society - and why teen parenting, single parenting, broken families, are all looked upon with disdain. It's because it's bloody hard - and it's strenuous, and when you want to walk.. you can't. You have to go back inside, because they are 100% solely your responsibility. You hear that kiddies? Teen pregnancy might look like fun, real cute - but it's not. You work 10x's as hard, and get half the respect - you work your ass off to make ends meet, and you can't follow the wind at midnight when it's calling you. I love my daughters, and I wouldn't change anything about the way our lives have panned out because everything happens for a reason - I'd just like to feel the warm air on my cheek for a few moments longer.