heartbreaking.
i’ve had a lot of that type of news from people today.
i raise my cup of tea to them today.
no, my heart is not broken (“does cath actually have one?”, should be your question…)
but, the sticky tonguedness and weird static that surrounds heartbreak seems to be in the air.
so, for you, my friend, i hand you one cigarette and a lighter and we’ll pretend this never happened. i’ll even let you make fun of my feet. i’m sorry your heart is breaking. even when you thought it would not.
and, for you, someone more family to me than alot of you have ever noticed. i know she was the girl of your dreams. maybe, sometimes, dreams are better kept that way. the hardest part is to watch it die. so, don’t feel wrong to close your eyes through this.
and, for you. for you, i have nothing but pictures and photos for you to pore over. i know you do, click by click, slowly against the tide. i can’t bring anyone home for you, but i sure am here for you when you pine.
as someone quite special said to me once…(and i’ve said it to someone quite recently too…)
Cry. Cry until your eyes won’t run any more.
Scream. Scream until your voice falters and does not cooperate.
Be sad. Be sad until your feeling is ended.
Write. Write until your hand falls off.
Loathe. Loathe until you feel numb from it all.
Go robotic. Go robotic until your auto-pilot clocks out and Mission Control has to take over.
Feel. Feel everything right the way through until it’s as thin as rice paper.
Do not apologise for any of it.
But, don’t. Don’t let it get the better of you.