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.