I’m not crying anymore, but I’m still shaken. My insides are scattering, running away from my center, scrambling like lost children, like scared insects.

My face burns, My tears are fire. I forgot that they were so strong.

“Calm yourself. ”

“I can’t calm myself. ”

I don’t want you to stop

Cute sad music. It’s on.

And now I try to hold myself together, to gather my scattered pieces, for I am alone and must do it myself.

I will not cry anymore. I will not wallow in this mess. I will learn to clean it up, or simply walk away.

Life has not ended.



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