"It's ok to be hurt," he said.
I yelled, "I AM HURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Blah blah blah... He continues.
He sounded like Oprah. "I know all this," I thought. I could've cried on his shoulder and thrown him into a stagnant lake at the same time.
In the meantime, your silence screams louder than heavy metal. But it's muffled and impossible to understand. I would also like to cry on you and toss you overboard.
"I know hands that hold can let go and brace for something new." Good lyrics. Too true.
Some of the happiest times in my life were times I couldn't breathe: When I laugh, I turn red and cry. A laugh on top of a laugh is not only exercise, but food for the soul. And as high as you get with joy, friends, and christmas music in august, one emotional conversation and an imagination that won't let you sleep can turn your happy into sad.
One thing is for sure. The only solid, certain, and faithful thing- God. Despite questions of the future, He is what keeps me sane. Him through a friendship, a job, and a family. Career paths, residency, spouse options, and even church is unstable in my life right now. But there is hope. There is faith. I blur the line a lot.
Sometimes you just don't want to hear it.
Other times you want to marinate in it for hours.
