And it hurts again without a concrete reason. It hurts
for a what if inside somebody's head. It is the reason
why no sleep is ever accepted. To be alone is what
hurts the most.
For an unloved moment that was once lost. Heart
and body ache as one. To try and recognize the
feelings is worse; when someone submits itself to
grieve for love.
It is sad how sometimes words are taken for
granted, and how careless the whispers of a good
friend can be. Is it all true?
Fire in the heart that nobody understands. Burns the
chips away from the soul. A cold pain nonetheless
that no one gets. When you try and take it out, it only
worsens.
A dance between truth and lies is trust. How to
master it is a mystery whenever a memory or an
awful feeling pops in your head. What should you do
with it? Take the risk of being mistaken? Or simply
hide it even your body's aching?
It is not bad to say what you feel, it is not something
you should be ashamed of. It isn't your fault either. It
is only just a burden that appears suddenly to make
your life difficult.
Who then gets to win this round between you and
your sleepless insanity? For you are only fading in
your restless mind. Nobody shares your feeling,
nearly burning and unbelieving. Yet sometimes they
judge you for trying to stay sane.
Patience is a virtue that you need from others. The
truth is simply just something you require and ask
for. Dying inside for doubts and worries is not a
choice, but an illness. One that consumes everyone
and makes them question reality.
To then finish this sad tale. Don't you ever let your
love go stale. Embrace what you know with lots of
care. And remember that somebody loves you with
flare.
• Andrómeda
