It's literally pouring down outside, as if the heavens opened up above and started to cry. Cry like it has never cried before.
I'm half laying in my bed listening to the sobs of the skies, watching an old movie half-heartedly waiting for time to pass or something to happen.
This obsession with having something to do at all time, and at all cost. I haven't really just been sitting down for ages. I'm running as fast as I can from the feelings I know are hunting me. I can feel them in the back of my neck. Breathing heavily, threatening to devour me.
How can it be that it's so easy to run and so hard to stand ground - letting it all come back to you. All the hopes and dreams, crushed. All the sorrow and anger. I'm so afraid of what the feelings might do to me.
But I know what I have to do...it's just really hard to do it. At this point it almost feels impossible.
