the way you feel... it's so stupid. you know it is. it's not just stupid, it's flat out damn senseless. hopeless even. so you don't speak. you don't ask. you don't wonder... you just feel. and you know better than to feel this way, that way...but nah, you could care less. because even if you know better, emotions are emotions. not choices. not opinions. you don't opt out of a feeling.
you just feel.
with no words. no sound. no hope.
just left with a sting that seems to suspend itself in the air in front of you... but beneath that, the promise that you will deal with it this time, for once and for good - instead of burying it as best you can. because where does burial get you? nowhere. it's still there... in some place. that's why people bury their loved ones and re-visit them forever after. they re-visit the pain. they cry. they remember. they still love. they will always love.
which is exactly why i can't afford to bury you, not this time. this time i will get over it, under it, around it and past it the right away. blood shed, and tears.
