Very large objects remind us of the possibility of the infinite
Abuse is such a solitary experience. It doesn't exist if there's trust in people in the world around you to help, to make things better. You only stay if you know you're otherwise alone.
I'm used to carrying that early feeling of aloneness. I'm used to reaching out to connect anyways. I'm used to that part of myself, to those experiences, being a piece of me that will always be unseen because no one can really understand those particular internal knots.
The sense of abuse, isolation, no-help-is-coming and no one will understand, that's bad.
The sense of abuse, isolation, no-help-is-coming and knowing that far too many people understand, that's worse.
I'm used to carrying that early feeling of aloneness. I'm used to reaching out to connect anyways. I'm used to that part of myself, to those experiences, being a piece of me that will always be unseen because no one can really understand those particular internal knots.
The sense of abuse, isolation, no-help-is-coming and no one will understand, that's bad.
The sense of abuse, isolation, no-help-is-coming and knowing that far too many people understand, that's worse.