Sunday, November 9, 2014
I keep trying to wrap my head around it. I can't. This isn't my harvest, I didn't plant these seeds. What did I do? How is it that I am deserving of this? I don't understand. This weight on my chest, it burns and I can't breath. I want to cry, but the tears don't come. I can't break anyway, they can't see. I have to be strong, but this burning it won't stop. One foot in front of the other, until all of the distractions are gone and then I am crushed. I have put myself aside and gotten lost. Is there anything left? Something other then this weight? It burns and I can't breath.