Healing
I've stopped myself from writing about our conversation three times now. I'll just say that things are fine again and I'm glad that I didn't stop trying to talk to him.
It occurs to me that the old songs I used to write about love and lost and sorrow (back when I was 14) could never sound good because I hadn't experienced any of it up till now. It all rhymed too.
Pain doesn't rhyme.
I find my feelings almost intriguing. That I can become so nervous that I make myself sick for hours, or that I can need to cry but only feel completly numb. A few times I became angry and mean in an effort to stop myself from breaking down. And I actually feel an acute pain in my chest, sometimes hollow and empty, other times twisted.
I feel it mend itself too, and I find myself better. This feeling should take the place of the other two.
I hope it becomes permanent.
It occurs to me that the old songs I used to write about love and lost and sorrow (back when I was 14) could never sound good because I hadn't experienced any of it up till now. It all rhymed too.
Pain doesn't rhyme.
I find my feelings almost intriguing. That I can become so nervous that I make myself sick for hours, or that I can need to cry but only feel completly numb. A few times I became angry and mean in an effort to stop myself from breaking down. And I actually feel an acute pain in my chest, sometimes hollow and empty, other times twisted.
I feel it mend itself too, and I find myself better. This feeling should take the place of the other two.
I hope it becomes permanent.