My mind is an old fragile book.

I think the worst state of being sad is when it’s completely dark and you don’t make any noise and no tears will come out. All you can hear is the sound of yourself breathing, maybe the soft white noise of people shuffling around the house outside your bedroom.

I feel like my mind is an old fragile book, and when I’m in this state of sadness, it’s like trying to read when you’re tired. The same thing, the very thing that is making you sad, is playing in your head over and over and over again. It gets so frustrating and then its like i bump the book and all the pages and words fly everywhere out of place. 

Reviews

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You describe well. These feelings what we sometimes have it. This sadness and not get out. This shivering of human soul . Experience not so pleasant. But when I get this again. I can read your poetry and maybe this help me. Thank you and its very good written. Hope you are all right

[William Liston]

I like prose poetry. It's good when the writing is very emotional but has no particular flow or word arrangement that makes it suitable for verse. You wrote this very well. Hope to read more from you soon.

[slightly terrified]

Thank you! It really does mean a lot knowing people read what I write and like it.