Sometimes it's hard to come undone. ...and sometimes it's too easy.
Most days transformation is painful, a bloody mess. I want to scrap it all, with a giant eraser to start with a clean, clean slate.
Some days saying "I'm sorry" takes more than I can give. For some days my heart feels lumpy, an icy grave.
Some weeks my feelings run cold. My heart feels old. And Some Weeks it's just too hard to care because
caring
hurts
so
damn
much.
Sometimes I don't understand the end...or especially the middle of things.
Sometimes
I
just
feel
stuck.