I never knew death could be possible in so many ways. Death of the body, death of the mind, death of the heart. I never knew that we could be hurt by it at any given moment in the strangest form. I never knew I would feel so much regret, so much pain. I overheard people talking about pain. About how to let go of pain and all those emotions. How not talking about your feelings is the same as if you never wore a deoroant. Then the person started asking when was it that you felt the most pain.
Every little thing came back to me like a single drop in the ocean, ripple after ripple.
I've lost so many things in a few days. First my love, then my father. It's as if God is testing me while I test him. It's too much on one sitting sometimes. I don't know what to think anymore. I didn't loose them per se, they've changed. I can't recognize them and that scares me. I need to stop being such a pussy sometimes.
What is the color of innocence?
