It started in the pit of my stomach. I know I shouldn't have looked. Somehow I knew the feeling would return to me if I looked, but looked I did non-the-less. It's that feeling that you've lost something-something so important-and you can't get it back. It's right there in front of you like a fresh Saturday morning, but you can't reach it.
My heart sinks everytime. I don't want to look, but somehow I'm compelled to. I hate it. I hate that I can't not look. I hate that I even want to look. I hate that my heart sinks. I hate this feeling. I want to punch it in the face like a biker on steroids.
About Me
- Launa
- I am neither up nor down, left nor right, back nor forwards. I seek, I am found, and I'm enjoying the journey in between. I'm in love with the grapefruit spoon, sporks, and I miss my black track jacket terribly. I need a change of venue. Stay tuned for more details...