Night

The smell of damp grass is surrounding me. The humidity is tangible in the cool night air. Slapping me with its cold clammy fingers across tear stained cheeks.

Sadness overcomes me and I cry some more. Tears dripping off my chin into the moist earth. The ground soaking up the wet drops. If only it would absorb the pain.

Sight smeared in grief. The night a stark invading blackness that overwhelms.

The problem with allowing yourself to be vulnerable to another person is that inevitably they will hurt you. It is impossible to avoid.

What do you do then?
Sent wirelessly from my BlackBerry device on the Bell network.
Envoyé sans fil par mon terminal mobile BlackBerry sur le réseau de Bell.