I remember that time. I sat, broken. Pain, I never knew possible. I have ached, god knows I have. Loved ones lost. Into a darkness we will never understand while air still enters our lungs. But there was a source. I could understand that agony. But That. That Feeling with no explanation. The ocean that lied naked around my pillow. With only angels to cry out to.
Sometimes I feel it tap on my window in the morning. I tell it to fuck off. To leave me alone. And I take a deep breath. Remind myself of my strength. And I get up. And I live.