A story about a demure reader,writer & baker. Went to science school, and then law school and now stuck in business school.

Dormant

I'm not well. I'm not used to this feeling. I wondered, why i could be so complicated? My soul kept screaming out to me for mercy. I cant deal with any more right now. I'm at my limits. This feeling was sharper than an ache or blade edged & violent. It feels like a blunt knife thar keeps stabbing my heart. I looked alive, but dead on the inside. So great was this feeling, myself seemed to bleed internally with it. I wasnt sure exactly what i was hurry for. To be out of this, i supposed? Out of pain, out of sadness, out of aching for lost & hopeless loves. I should not have found loneliness so welcoming. But, i am now.