Crashing Waves
Ever been someone who is in love with words, yet unable to use them/ I sit here in my room, wondering what to do with these words of mine. They seem to ebb and flow. Like the way ocean waves ebb and flow. There might be scientific reasons to the ebb and flow of the ocean. There is rather not a simple reason for the ebb and flow of my words. My words used to flow. Like the crashing waves of the ocean. I had my rock. That is what I thought, however, my rock turned into sand. There was no flow and crashing of words against my rock anymore. Every time I tried flowing, sand would make space for me and wash away. My words felt useless. There was no one to hear my words. There is a problem that I have, it consists of me wanting to embrace a person so tight when I think they are in pain. This is regardless to whatever hurt I have suffered at the hands of the person in question. How unfair is this. I sometimes want to run away from all these feelings inside of me. The ones I can’t put an...