Sad.

I love my intense sadness.

In fact, I miss it.

I miss my tears.

Because I feel as if I were to cry now, it would be artificial.

I love my feelings – the entire range.

I love the rage.

I love the despair.

I love my euphoria.

I love being human.

A human with emotions…

I realize I’ve been through a lot of dark times;

I don’t know who to point my finger at for the cause, except at God.

Amor Fati.

2 Comments

  1. the pretty poems says:

    Lately I’ve been wishing I had a God to believe in then maybe I wouldn’t feel this way 🥀 relatable

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