There are nights that the tears won’t stop and other nights when they seem to have permanently disappeared. There are many different tears; tears of sadness, tears of anger, tears of frustration, tears of emptiness, tears of despair. I have found the worst kinds of tears are those that are all mangled together with every bit of emotion mixed into the blend.
There are nights that I have more to write about than actual time to write and other nights that I have nothing to write about at all.
I still live in such great disbelief. I never imagined it would be Shawn. I don’t know when I will ever truly convince myself.
What would life be without emotion? Some days I think it would be simpler. But, then again, how could we differentiate between true beauty and true love and true hope if we had no emotion?
I feel like I am free falling. Jumping with wide risk. Realizing new potential. Creating grander expectations. Living weaker than I look. Becoming stronger than I have ever been.