I think things are imploding. Little implosions, mind you, but still imploding.
I’ve not been sure how to handle some things. Things which I can’t talk about and really don’t want to. Things which have no shape or feel to them.
I am never quite sure where human emotions begin and end sometimes. If what I tell you is upsetting me and you fluff it off, that hurts me. Is it better to swallow things whole, to absorb them into that place which I have things that have no shape or feel to them?
No, it’s not better.
Yes, it is.