Letterings of a searching soul

There are moments of heightened emotions when a totally harmless gesture brings to mind all the harm that you ever saw... The trauma causes you to relive over and over, a time recently or long past when pain was so real and palpable is sought to tear you to shreds. When all around, shrieks and moans of hurt and grief and loss were the only things that, though they were driving you insane, made sense. That's how much your senses had been impaired. It hadn't taken much to happen, just a ticking clock and a transition from one second to the next and drastic change had come. Blood, spewing tissue, tears, dignity of big men withdrawn, sacrifice of a lover and relative so futile yet so productive, young heart's and minds agonized and shown a rough bitter side of this life, so prematurely. This is the bigger picture and whole truth. A certain gladness sweeps over you when you realise it's just a memory and hope builds in your heart. If you made it this far in one piec...

Every fresh hot tear stings your eyes and burns your face and the thought of the reason behind them actually keeps them coming in torrents You made a mistake, or even a series of mistakes and perhaps your punishment for your not being nice is what you're getting but it hurts and when you wanted someone to comfort yourself in, you end up having to have to face your hurt and kill it as best as you can There's no one to explain yourself to or even try to make understand the reason behind your present countenance Why? Because you've always believed and known that whenever you were down and shed tears, your reasons were silly until someone actually got interested in them and offered himself a source of comfort and got you talking about your emotions only to be your discomfort at this point in time...