dontburntheday
Ring ring ring ring. Another morning of getting up. Another morning of waiting and counting down the minutes through one mundane activity after another until the "sweet" release of sleep. The "sweet" release of sleep which is actually putting off sleep until the moment it comes up behind and whacks you on the back of the head until.... ring ring ring ring ring ring ring ring...
It's the feeling in the pit of your stomach. The weight of your chest. No wonder they call it a broken heart. How does an emotion have physical pain? What is that? Do you think maybe this feeling could really kill you? Do you think you might want it to?