Tuesday, November 5, 2013


When a pending pain is so big, there is an inner place that a soul will go to keep from breaking. A place where it sits and holds terribly still, an emotional coma that allows our heart a moment of Peace so that we can begin to heal. In this place we find a void, where there is no feeling, no up, no down, no sound, no taste. I can’t laugh or cry about you. I can’t run or can’t hide from you. There is not one day that goes by that I don’t wish I had you – so I guess in a way I am glad I still get a piece of you. I have written a million notes; some in love and some in anger. Yet, they are still lying in a drawer. I guess you get numb to the sting of the pain. I am just not sure how I keep you from doing this to me. I want it – but don’t at the same time. Crystal