In my own little space, in my own limited time, nobody knows what is happening inside. Every single day, pain seething in, body aches, unable to move.
The desire to move and go, to do things faded away. You would think closing the eyes is the next best thing to do, but sleep is far from over. Too much, too much..any where you go, it haunts, bit by bit it consumes my every being. Letting it out by crying, still the pain seethes in..Talking it out to a friend would help..never wanting to be alone yet loneliness halted my lips to share the pain, never wanting to open the long infected wound..The state of being here..the only refuge is God who will pick up the bits and pieces of me...
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