Silence

And now I’m left here to ‘deal’ with real human emotions. Nothing to take it away. Such beautiful soft souls need numbing because without it, they’ll die of pain. What do they call it? Yes… ‘Patience’. That thing that saves you from yourself. That thing you need between the strike and the regeneration. Patience. I wait with you. You’ll carry this away. Without you, I fear I might turn to dangerous relief. The type of relief that catches up with one after a while of dependence. And I keep telling myself that’s okay. Just sit. Wait it out. But maybe for me, it hurts so much more than it does for you. Maybe I feel it all too much and being hard will make me a monster, but being soft will kill me. Is this what you other humans do? Wait? Or maybe you don’t feel like I do. I know there are some like me. I wish you’d not let the world make you ugly.