so many times I stop to ask myself, "what happens when..."
It's hard to write when there's just so much going through your head and trying to sort everything out just makes things worse. I'm at a lost at where to begin. There are so many things that I think will work itself out in due time, but the unpatient me screams when? How much longer can I continue to act like nothing is wrong when it feels like everything is?
I know I'm turning away and shutting down. Afraid to share anything anymore for fear of the hurt that comes with truth yet failing to realize that perhaps I have to hurt in order to heal.
what happens when you can freely talk about anything anymore?
what happens when the silence that was once a comfort is now a discomfort?
what happens when it seems so much easier to let go rather to stay and fight?
what happens when you don't have any of the answers you're looking for?
