The worst type of crying wasnt the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. The experience of losing a loved one impels us toward a deeper understanding of life. For people like me, my soul contained more scar tissue than life. Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them. Ive been there for almost everyone and try to share the happiness but i realized i cant share happiness without destroying a heart. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp... bye bye
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 03:24:03 +0000
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