NO ONE EVER TOLD ME THAT GRIEF FELT SO LIKE FEAR.IM NOT AFRAID BUT THE SENSATION IS LIKE BEING AFRAID.THE SAME FLUTTERING IN THE STOMACH, THE SAME RESTLESSNESS,THE YAWNING, I KEEP ON SWALLOWING.
AT OTHER TIMES IS LIKE FEELING MIDLY DRUNK, OR CONCUSSED. THERE IS A SORT OF INVISIBLY BLANKET THE WORLD AND ME. I FIND IT HARD TO TAKE IN WHAT ANYONE SAYS, OR PERHAPS, HARD TO WANT TO TAKE IT IN. IT IS SO UNINTERESTING, YET I WANT THE OTHERS TO BE ABOUT ME. I DREAD THE MOMENT WHEN THE HOUSE IS EMPTY. IF ONLY THEY WOULD TALK TO ONE ANOTHER & NOT ME.
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