Cracks Let the Light Come In
I had a really tough conversation with a friend recently. I thought it was going to tear me apart, but, it's done quite the opposite, really. For some reason it has pushed me forward and has given me motivation when I thought I had lost all of it.
I am well.
I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I am finding my thoughts irrational and the actions I am willing to take stupid. I want to run. I want to run so far away until it doesn't hurt anymore. I want to run until the prospect of hurt is no more. I am trying to fill my life with things and with people that will help. Truly, only one friend is helping.
I feel so weak, but I need to be strong. I cannot collapse.
I cannot.
Only two short hours after my last post, my grandpa did in fact pass away.
My words have become so futile, and all I want is to be home.