, ♥

the emotional ride for the past few days couldn't have beeen attributted to pms. what i know, its the feeling of detachment from being thrown out of comfort. which forces me to reflect on the social drama that is staging itself. unfolding each complexity, unwinding each turn of events which only serves to lead me into a sorry state.

why am i feeling this way? this crushed feeling when something very precious goes missing. a gnawing feeling like a demon haunting its prey. grief? maybe. bitter? perhaps. rotten? absolutely. thoughts of saturdays events are jumbled up in my mind but nothing is clear. pick one, and it'll shrivel into nothingness. all i remember is my heart going wham! progression of the conflict brings with it gravity which slams my feelings down where it wasnt supposed to be. clear conscience stopped me from shedding yet another tear, though i could feel the excruciating pain, and the blood that flowed from the wound. neither she nor he deserve this.

digressing into a state of misery, i shed this tear. with hopes of recovery, with dreams of healing. like a fanthom of an innocent, i cry. wishing for a new beginning. i wished it didn't happen, but for whatever reason he has, i understand. i wished it didn't happen, i could only comprehend this much of her devastation. only time will tell. still, i whisper... i care.