What can I say? Words escape me.
And tears flow readily as they have been apt to do.
Where am I? Forgotten? Lost? Forlorn?
The ocean is ready to swollow me up
as waves compete to consume me.
How did I cry an ocean? How can the volume of grief be greater
than the vessel that holds my soul?
Ah yes I know that feeling. There have been times for me where it has seemed like that. Grief is the soul's way of acknowledging a deep rift, for if you never acknowledge it then you're in denial. Just like dying to self does not mean kill yourself(such as beating yourself up over things).
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