Devastation

Have inadvertantly uncovered information which has left me sobbing at almost 4 a.m. in the morning.

And I'm wondering now, why? What good do these tears? Why be so affected?

Just shut it off, whispers my old, comfortable friend lurking not so unconsciously in my head. What silliness is this pain; what stupidity to allow it to be. Why feel anything at all?



These are the moments when I need to run. Dangerous ground, this.