Gravity...
Why the hell gravity had to pull me back to the real world?
A lot of stuff happened lately, but this journal will be short.
All I have to say is that emotion is something that is very intimate, very personal, and very dear to me. It's not something as simple as showing frustration in a dire moment, or showing tears publically at a funeral, it's something more than that. There are times for it to be shared with other people, but there are those moments where you just see or read something that gives you chills, takes you back to another place in time, and is almost like a fresh breath of air. It makes you experience a renewal of emotion. I mean by that because I rarely -rarely- ever cry and that's saying something because I deal with everything internally, and as my very good friend Bebe tells me constantly, sooner or later I am going to burst. Well bad habits truly do die hard.
Walls are so easy to build, but so hard to tear down.
Anyway.
Thank you Bebe for your entry, I can't tell you fully how it made me feel because the words don't exist.
*smile, tear*