Catharsis

Life is strange these days. I feel out of place waiting for something to change.

Breathe in; breathe out. Is this numbness all life’s about? The days will turn into postcard memories.

I just need to cry.

Some times what can seem the most restrictive thing is freedom and all choices it brings.

How can it be where relationally everything was perfect, the Supreme would decree “It is not good for man to be alone”?!?

Some times you just need a sad song to sing. The fact that I couldn’t cry was the saddest thing to me, but it’s all gonna be ok.

©2005