Why does it hurt so good to cry?
Was God up in Heaven one day and
decided to conjure up a new emotion?
Maybe that's what He did on Sunday.
He was supposed to be resting, but NO.
He in His overactive imagination
couldn't handle the sound of silence
and created the feeling of absolute sorrow.
Utter emotional destruction. Turmoil. Sadness. Depression.
God's compulsion to keep His hands busy brought
His people to spend hours curating a specific playlist
of songs about loss, grief, and being forgotten.
God made sure this playlist would be updated semi-frequently.
He was proud of me once mine was perfected.
I already had a pre-made library of
animated films sure to reduce me to a sobbing mess.
God already knew. He always does. It was too easy.
He also knows how hard I'm trying not to put on
a movie and cry away last week's frustration with
where I am in life and how much I let my family down (I think).
Will it be "Inside Out" or "Coco" this time?
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Caffeine and Me
ŞiirA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
