I always knew it be this. I never doubted it for a minute. But in the business of life, the rearview mirror is always clearer than the windshield.
I was drowning. And didn't realize I was naked until the tide went out. I've had a friend or two. But it's mostly been me. And I'm terrible at relationships. If time is the enemy of the mediocre; why do my days feel so painfully long?
More than ever before, I understand, the walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy. And increasingly, it becomes easier to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
I hold no anger though. Just yesterday I read that "anger is a poison we take ourselves in hopes of hurting the other person."
Die no more.
