Everyones done it.
Everyones tried to be strong, tried to harden up and move on...
Everyones fianlly thought 'Yes, I'm ready to open up again, find something ( someone ) new', only to have the slightest pinch of the warmth you used to feel truely make a fist a brutally smash your face in. Yes, that's how I feel when that warm fuzzy feeling visits that sick little heart of mine.
You're back in that painful gut feeling; Also known as 'Butterflies.'
My encounter,
Oh lord! Tragedy, I think so.
I had this big ass wall, and I assure you, it was made of tons and tons of cement and bricks guarding me from one big ( and big is an awful word to use, although completely irrelevant, Mr BIG is not around literally. We havent spoken a single word to eachother in weeks, which frankly is quite liberating... But more to the point...), One big amazing Pacino. A lemme tell you, by barely lifting a finger he brought it all down.
It's just one of those things in life you hate to feel, over and over again.
You build this shit up for a reason and it's completely your fault that it smashes in your face.
Why is it one of human's traits to constantly do this to ourselves?
Like, I am okay. But every few minutes I feel a sense of need.
Need is bad for people, Need is a fucked up weakness.
Oh, what's there to do?
Gym for the mind... and heart?
I don't think so.