For the soul, by the soul
"Time heals" is a myth and an ultimate truth and that is the paradox that has me up late into the night, when I prod at old wounds and they don't really ache like they used to before. Crazy isn't it when I have begged and pleaded for things to change and now within the peace I feel sort of empty, like a cavern after the party is over and everyone has left to go home and you are left back to clean alone. I once had a conversation with someone who knows me well enough to know the tears flowing down my face were just a defence mechanism, (people lash out when cornered, I bawl ) but I digress, anyways this person pointed an accusatory finger at me and said you feel too much. It was the BIGGEST accusation, you feel too much, so much, where do you place all the feelings, all these emotions that explode out of you in strange, disconcerting bursts??? And I remember thinking I don't? Do I? Because up until then no one had ever said anything like that to me, ever. I have b...