Sometimes I’m so angry I keep quiet only because I think I’d spew flames and not words.
Some days I look at people I see everyday and I notice the worry lines on their faces so clearly, it is all I can do to stop myself from reaching out to touch them and offer comfort.
Other days I wish I could zap them into a black hole.
There are times I feel so unbearably, hungrily, gnawingly empty I wonder why I don’t vanish into the vaccuum myself.
And yet again, I feel like I’m overflowing with every emotion and sensation ever known to humankind.
Some nights I go to sleep feeling complete and that all’s okay with the world. And then I wake up with the unbearable thought that I’m still alive in this same world.
Everyone has days that sound like this. The only difference is that my days are series of moments like these.