Grief

I do not know how humans handle grief or anguish of the most heart-wrenching kind: the loss of a loved one. I cannot comprehend how the human mind and heart can find the strength to get over such intense mourning and move on. But yet we do. I believe it is something no amount of preparation can ever suffice, or even make the slightest dent, in a task as horrifying and arduous as that : I believe people survive such a horror day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, second by painful second. But I don't know how they do it, I never wish to know.

I find in my chest nowadays a thousand tears, all ripe to be shed.

Tears that flow easily and much whenever I see a sad scene, read a sad line, hear a sad story... flow so easily so the world can believe that those tears I shed are for others, and not for myself.

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