Thinking about the unthinkable

Thinking about the unthinkable

I cant help but to think of something that my head haunts me. I wish I could remove these thoughts from my chest. But there is a sting that I must address with myself.  I don’t like thinking about it, but it is something (I have come to realize) that I must endure because of where my thoughts and feelings are situated. Its difficult. And now, I just want to cry. I am crying. I don’t even know why. I want to walk outside right now. But they warned us not to walk when the sun is out.

The sky is crying.

I am crying.

I miss something. And I hate trying to articulate it. Because articulating would mean that I am admitting it. And I don’t think I want to, just yet.

Where is he? He said he’d join me in this crying session. He’s no where to be seen.

It’s okay. Why do I bother burden my already full platter with something with no substance.

Growth.

This is it.

Learning from this difficult situation I am in.