As I grew older, I realized that my emotions remain stagnant.
The outburst was frightening.
Pebbles after pebbles, when I can no longer hold them back, I stuffed my face into my pillow, silently, yet hysterically shouting for release.
So is this how a person control his vexation?
There's a hole in my heart which can no longer be filled. The ability to heal was long gone.
I guess ignorance is the best way. When I bury those holes deep, where I cannot see them, I can assume that I never get these holes in the first place.
But sometimes, when the light is dim, and the night is quiet; They resurface.
They too want to breathe, especially tonight. It's been a while.
Forgive me for my weakness and my tears. I too, need to breathe.