Shoulders....

That hollow dry feeling of a cinder block size knot in your throat... That tear on the cusp of falling.... The words you can't get out because your breath leaves your lungs when attempt to speak... That moment everything slows up, sounds diminish and goosebumps fill the surface of your skin... That moment all the questions you never wanted answered engulf your every conscious thought... That moment a hug won't do anything but worsen it.... That moment you selfishly utter "how could you", "why"..... That moment no one could possibly know or care, but you expect them to... Lost in those moments... Focused on confusion, ironically.... Your chest literally hurting where your heart is... Can you be strong for others who are effected? Bottles don't cure, figuratively.... An open mouth can be found in the darkest of places as well as an open hand being easier to grip when it grips back.... Alone doesn't have to be a way thru... FFT