Quasimodo

today, something happened.

I was doing nothing, sitting and my eyes were wandering.

I was almost in trance, when suddenly a drop of tear from both of my eyes overflowed my cheek.

why did that happen? I was perplexed.

this is what I'm most afraid of, that my old wounds would re-emerge to the surface.

that the other side of me, the full-of-heartache me would take over the real me.

then for like a second, those unhappy things came in a flash.

the betrayal. the leaving friends. the old wounds.

I'm frightened. I'm scared. I'm fearful.

frightened that this was the manifestation of the unsaid and upsetting things I should have said.

scared that I cried because I bury to many sad experiences.

fearful that forever, I won't be able to forgive and forget.