Sunday, May 17, 2009
A Burden. A Curse
Empathy. A curse. A burden somehow mine to bear. Photographic memory. The look of pain burned into my mind. To feel what everyone else around you is feeling and to worry more about them than about yourself. To never be able to forget. To not be able to escape. There must be some way, some way out of the darkness. A face, beautiful, beckoning. Hope. Light. Reaching, not being able to touch. Falling. Falling. Falling. Forever down. Forever stuck.