Everybody’s going through something

George Square

I've spent five days or so trying to bottle up the urge to write this. So many things came up, many stories, many photos to take, many untold stories that felt less destructive, and too many peppy songs glazing the intention to finally type this.  

Problems over problems, paper cuts after paper cuts, trauma after trauma, rage after rage that I've had so long climaxing in a few days. Just when I noticed how the world rotates, I was blinded by my own sorrow. That's when I overlooked others. There are so many things happening at the exact same time, sadness and joy collapsing into one another, just when I think I'm on the edge of my sanity, I take a glance over other's wings. I saw how one's torn apart, drenching tears, squinting eyes, their sounds of heartbreak broke me even more. 

Holland Street

My wounds aren't closing, but I just know that my shattered world appears like nothing.