Imprints..

Sometimes it's not that I don’t want to talk about how I feel, but I'm incapable of that. My emotions come in waves... and when it hits, it’s overbearing, it’s over the top, and I spill over. I remember the emotions but I don’t remember the cause, and when there's no cause, there's no explanation! Every time I reenact a story, everything comes back as emotions that will palter (shoot down) my insides like endless rain. This way I eventually learned to store up inwards, I spill over into myself and my heart - a vacuum.
I’m not missing out, but I’m missing A lot of people.
Falling in love with someone isn't always going to be easy... Anger... tears... laughter..I wonder if people silently enter your life, leave a couple of footprints and then leave the way they came. It’s so tough not to let them leave, so tough to hold them back. Easy to desert, easier to be deserted. maybe that's why the lost souls roaming and can't be kept, being hurt so much and having seen so much, they lose hope and throw in the towel.
Even I,
I would like to abandon myself.
A person who would die a thousand times,
just to feel alive....