Written Monday, September 10, 2007
Missing loved ones that seem so far from me and why? A continuous cycle made by random wheels of reason.
It hurts. The tears stream down my face like acid rain, pooling beneath my chin and crashing upon my chest. The ache of my heart continues to shatter my soul day by day. I wonder what must change in order to become whole again. I recall similar sensation in times of tragedy but today's case is seemingly un-provoked; merely another dreadful day in the life of someone virtually lifeless. The calming comes as my words highlight an inevitable path toward hell. Turmoil has become home; as sacred and comforting a place as I will ever find.
/self-pity
©LittleO™
