I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that.
Everyone in that boxed room sobbed. A link in the chain that connected us all had been destroyed. Buddha describes a family as a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden.
Our family blossomed in the darkest of times.
He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.
And I only want to do one thing right now. Cry.
Is it heartless of me so wish destruction, total demolition, just so we could all start over again.
I would like that. To turn a blank page and rewrite the chapters. It would make for more bearable memories, and less hurting.
That’s what I want.
It’s come to the point where I can actually, physical feel the void. It’s weighing down on my chest and forcing me to feel it.
I don’t know what to do to fill it.
The growing urge to find someone to share intimate moments with. I think my loneliness is spreading.