When we hurt, it festers… but before it becomes a sore, it is first an open wound.
The time before we realize we’ve been hurt is the loudest. After, the quietest and shortly thereafter, comes the chaos.
Hurting is like a slow burn. You keep melting but you don’t smell the roast until you are sizzling…
The hardest part is that you really want the pain to stop but it keeps spreading cancerously.
You try everything from anger to grief, you cry, then try to be brave and yet, everything keeps breaking apart like you are being torn from inside out.
Slowly, you realize you are loosing energy and you just feel so worn out. Like you can’t move, can’t eat and most heart rending, can’t sleep!
Everything keeps playing on repeat like a broken record. You are about dozing off yet the pain keeps you from floating into the oblivion that can bring you peace.
You finally come to a place where everything stills. It is like your emotions thaw and you are now used to pain but not so much that you can smile yet…
You finally fall asleep. Then you wake up feeling almost better then comes the memory, and the pain just comes crashing down…
There is no way out of this conundrum… it is like the labyrinth is closing in on you.
Then you have to discover how to eat because everything just taste bland.
Eat anyways…
Problem no dey finish.
Connoisseur of Memories 