I want to be alone.
To fight the saddness that eats me whole and raw.
I have no words to express.
For grieve is a little black pill I consumed unknowingly.
And its effect run through my veins instantly.
Paralysing me.
//
Thanks for dropping by Keat, despite the rain.
That moment I realised that I was still alive and life goes on.
For awhile I realised that maybe grieve could not consume the whole of me after all.
