The World Will Wait for You

 

A dog howls, the moon rises. In darkness, the stars pierce forever.  A rooster crows, the sun rises. In daylight, it’s as if the stars never existed. How can I go on after I have lost so many times, over and over? I feel so deeply for people and I don’t think I ever get over anything. Each interaction and overlap touches me to my core. And then it’s over. The pain of each loss builds and builds and each time the pain returns it’s a little worse. Every time I try again I am more afraid of losing. How can I pretend in daylight that things never were? Maybe it’s childish. But I don’t regret giving so much every time. If only it didn’t drain me so.  I should focus on my freedom and my friends and on healing. But the parts that need healing lie dormant when I am alone so I never know how to remedy them. And when they flare up I get so illogical and scared that it’s hard to function.  I wish I could enjoy things while they last. I think I’m getting better at it. That’s all we c...