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"c r y i n g d o e s n ' t i n d i c a t e
t h a t y o u a r e w e a k.
s i n c e b i r t h i t h a s b e e n
a s i g n t h a t y o u a r e
a l i v e."
~ u n k n o w n

I cry over (almost) everything.

Even when I try not to cry, I do. It's one of the most uncomfortable things in the world.

The pressure in your head,
the heat in your face,
the stickiness in your cheeks.

But some days, I find myself needing to cry. But I'm completely out of tears to let out. It's scary, when I think of it. Crying so much you actually feel like you're out of tears.

That's not the only thing that dries me out of tears though.

I feel hurt and lied to sometimes, and before I always used to cry over it. I wondered why I was always such a horrible person that people I loved had to hurt me.
Honestly, I still have my moments where I question that. But you can't win with emotions.
Or imperfection.

Have you ever felt so sad that you feel your whole body shutting down? It's not fun. And it's frightening.

But that's where the drought comes in.

Sometimes you need to dry up your emotion. Your tears. And I don't mean forever. When there's a drought, it doesn't always stay dry. The rain returns when it's ready. When the clouds are ready. It's the same with emotions. Set them aside and see the clearer picture. And yes, those side emotions will come back with a bang, like rain does, but don't ignore them.
Deal with them little by little.

Honestly,
I'm terrified of my emotions. Of my thoughts.
But I learned that if you don't face fears, you become them.

You'll live on the run. From what?
From yourself.

Don't dodge a bullet that isn't there.

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