I know. Yet I really don’t.
I see. Although I’ve looked away.
I feel. I was sure that wouldn’t happen again.
The sadness… will it ever be healed? Perhaps it just needs to be.
This paradox. These waves. The anger. The darkness. The whispers. Word forms that cling, holding on to me. Heavy, it’s all too much. Life’s baggage. Uncharted emotions. Defense mechanisms so deeply engrained. How can I learn a new path? How?