Sometimes you just want to scream; out of frustration, out of hurt, out of fear, out of worry and sometimes only to be heard. To have the comfort of knowing that someone shares your frustration, hurt, fear and worry and cares, even if they don't understand.
The word's aren't mine. The feeling is.
The word's aren't mine. The feeling is.
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I understand what you mean by that, mate. Frustration is the weed of our thoughts. Pull it out, throw it away, destroy it as soon as possible. There is always somebody out here. You just have to look hard enough. And if you still dont find an ear, you always know where to reach me!
Hurt, fear, worry, we all fel that. We are all riding the same boat. An ear is all you need, and each of us have two of those. So its easily seen there's plenty of it.
Now, the only hurdles that remain are those that you need to remove by yourself. These being, you feel what you said you do, no doubt about that. But are you really ready to share it? Are you really willing to honestly pour your heart out without the lurking fear of letting out your darkest secrets to someone else, rendering yourself indebted to him/her eternally for keeping his/her mouth shut?
The other hurdle that stands in your way with looming shadows is this: Are you really in that bad a mess? Are you really frustrated? Or is it that you just want to feel the frustration and hence you are looking for a reason. Are you really wounded, or are you just picking old scars that were on the verge of healing? Is your worry really so bad? Is it fear or just superfluous superstition that disguises as fear on your command?
When you have found your answers, you will undoubtedly find innumerable ears eager to catch every word that falls out of your mouth and equally eager hands to catch every tear that falls out of your eye. I know I am, for one.
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