The night is my friend again. The silence, the quiet, the nonstop of the thoughts, the whole on the heart. The race to do everything that I couldn't during the day.
Crying but being silenced by the sad music in the background. The tears dropping in the notebook, the pencil going faster and losing the line. The deep breaths of a body that is not fine.
I'm in pain. I'm doubting that I'm capable of handling this weight. I feel without ground, just falling without an end. My body is expressing itself in continuous issues, because of my repressed emotions. I want to deal and I'm dealing with it, the way that I can and it's possible for the moment. But is not overnight, takes time. However, my personality wants it fixed by the day.
A starfish that crashes between the waves, that can't get to a rock or the ground to feel safe. That doesn't know how to be rollover itself and go with the flow, feeling, expressing, and letting go...