have you ever had one of those moments where you completely break down, but when you search for the meaning behind your tears or anger, there's a strong absence of answers?
i'm furious... i feel defeated... i'm borderline inconsolable... i skipped numerous options for exploring a joyful evening in exchange for kleenex and the glowing screen of my laptop in my darkened living room... what seemed to be a small, trivial circumstance could be the pinpointed moment where i was set off... but i can't help but feel like this stretches deeper and stronger than an everyday frustration...
it's like without physically sleeping, i woke up with a reservoir of madness brewing inside of me... a sense of misunderstanding, humility and undeniable passion... one minute my gaze is tough and scorching... the next, my eyes are clouded with a mask of tears, while my face quivers for strength...
i hate feeling like i have to question whether i'm overreacting...
i miss those that understand me... that can simply embrace my sudden change of mood and comprehend that i'm only human and not all reactions make sense... i miss those that will listen and not just tell me how i feel or give me direction... i think for the first time in the eight months that i've survived in this different atmosphere, i truly feel alone...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
