I cry right along with the sky.

So I come here and I try to make sense of my life. I try to figure out my feelings, and leave a permanent reminder of how my heart felt at this exact moment. I try to take all the thoughts that have captured my mind, and organize them like little soldiers all in a row. I try to hold my heart in my hands and squeeze all the feelings out into a cup. Maybe if I could see them, if I could look at them with my eyes, they would spell out what’s happening to me. But my life doesn’t work like that. My thoughts don’t always let me space them out perfectly and give me time to breathe in between. My heart seems to laugh at me when I think I can control it. I’m not handicapped, but I have to work harder than a lot of people. If life was easy all the time, it wouldn’t be worth living. But sometimes it feels so unfair to have life break your heart. Actually, since the heart is a muscle, it can’t be broken…only crushed. But nothing lasts forever. Even if you want it to. One day life will let up off me and all the blood will rush back into my heart. One day I’ll learn how to breathe again. Just not today.