Torn

I want to write something. Something clever. Something profound.

I want to find a metaphor. Something that will express my feelings adequately. Something that can capture the complexity of emotions I am experiencing. But I can’t.

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning. Another late night.

You know it’s rather bad when I opt to write instead of watching my basketball game.

See, I don’t know. I’m at a loss for words.

Or maybe not.

That’s part of the confusion.

I really want to reach out.

But I’m scared.

Of making myself vulnerable…again.

Of getting hurt.

I’m tired.

Yet if I don’t do anything. It feels just as bad.

It feels like this.