The sadness comes in waves sometimes, breaking me before I even know it’s there.
It is not its presence that is off putting, but rather the crippling unknown source of the pain.
This mask is beginning to shows its age now and some days the light shines through.
Exposing the vulnerability of a wounded soul.
It is odd, how feelings of joy can welcome this pain.
As if to remind me, that everything fades.
And the greater the love, the deeper the loss.
I guess I have grown accustomed to the emptiness.
That dark cloud looming over my existence.
On the outside, I appear not to be damaged, but on the inside I am falling apart.
Or at least I always was.
It is unfamiliar and perhaps the root of this struggle.
For lately, I find myself less broken.
A peculiar state of mind for a member of the strange.
The uncomfortable knowing that you have been discovered.
And embraced even still.
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