To go to sleep upset, feeling more alone than ever, feeling more unsure about everything, feeling more of a repeat, not hearing from your significant other and having to work a double tomorrow, is the worst feeling in the whole world.
Love is the most fragile thing a human can touch. It’s a shame we come in contact with it everyday. Because death can grasp it. Temptations can kill it. Self harm will inflict it. Caring can smother it. It will bring you all the joys in the world, it will rip you to shreds. With all the odds against us we still carry it in our pocket hoping the egg shell won’t shatter.
I need to get out of this town. I need to get away from this job that rips me to shreds. I need to get out of this rut. I need to get out of this mind set. But where do you go when the creature is inside of you?