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.