There is a never ending cycle of life that continues to go on no matter how hard you wish to god it would stop. Things will always be born and things will always die. There is never "the right time" for either and we are never fully prepared.
I find myself in a state that has kept my here. Here in my melancholy state of absence. I am a force of nothing. I am no beacon of hope or love. I am no bearer of fear of hate. What am I? The hole that develops in a person, more specifically me, gets to a point that it takes over. I am not a shell but I am no longer myself. It is weird having to put effort in being a part of your own life.
I was reading an old post of mine about how I lost a child, and you shared with me and gave me support. It was a very difficult time... but I just wanted to say thank you. It was well over a year ago. I just now... honestly feel like I can let go.
ReplyDeleteThe words you write here break my heart, but they are so raw and real that I am honestly taken back with the way you can express such pain.
How can someone write about pain in such a beautiful way? I hope you are well. Thinking of you and wishing you the best.