So it's the truth ain't it? They don't start healing until you stop hurting. But what if you can't? Then what happens? That's what I wanna know. That's what everyone wants to know. I need to get out of here. I need someone, some place, somehow.. One chance is all you get, that's it. All or nothing, I keep telling myself.. 'All or nothing.'
We cling to music, to poems ,to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy & someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, when we can't do that, it scares us. To not know the next step, or where you're headed, kills. Being unsure isn't in our plans. But it's those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future that assures us life is larger than we'll ever know..
I feel it. I feel the reverberating sensation in my head, telling me to push on. It's hard and I wanna just give up. Give it all up. There was nothing anyway. Then it comes to me again, that sensation.. I'm confused. 'Stay strong, stay strong. We're here for you.' But I don't see you. I look back and I don't see anyone. I'm alone. A long dark road up against me. I'm afraid I can't. Then it all floods back in..
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