- Cracks -
I do not know when it started, but something inside me began to crack. It was not loud. It was not sudden. Just tiny, quiet fractures, like the kind you see on a glass when it has been dropped a thousand times, each fall chipping away at it, until one day, it cannot hold anymore. I have tried to hold it together, really. Tried to keep the pieces in place, pretend everything is fine, even when I know it is not. But the cracks are there. I can feel them. And no matter how much I try to push everything back, it just keeps spilling out. I don't even know what's spilling anymore. It is like a mix of everything, old memories, sharp words, things I never said but always wanted to.
I do not know if I can fix it. What is the point of trying? Every time I patch one crack, two more appear. And I am so tired. Have you ever felt like that? Like no matter what you do, it is never enough? Like the more you try to keep yourself together, the more you fall apart? I keep wondering if I should just let it all go. Let it spill and see what happens. Maybe then, I would finally understand what I've been carrying all this time.
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Unbottling
PoetryIt's like I've opened a bottle of nonsense, and now everything's spilling out. I don't know how to explain it, how to make sense of it all. Nothing fits, nothing connects. It's just a mess, and I don't know where to start or how to make you understa...
