feels like the unusual silence around me is sucking the life out of me. silence that makes me wanna scream…silence that seems to resonate in the caves of my soul…silence that is tearing me apart.
darn…i so badly…want to cry. I could, but I can’t.
“tears…resist the call of gravity.” (as I wrote in a poem).
what’s good about hurting?
…after a few times, you don’t hurt as much.
I don’t know with you, but i don’t quite believe in that. I know for sure that I certainly feel more pain and a bit harder every time…sometimes in different intensities. It all depends on,yeah, the level of intensity…err,intimacy.
Jabbing my heart a hundred times won’t make me weaker, but stronger.
But that doesn’t mean you have the right to put me in the worse situation in any case.
