Sinking Feeling

Today I'm pulling up just enough behind strangers' cars so I won't risk the chance of meeting their eyes, even though you know I look best when I cry. Sympathy isn't what I want now. Sometimes the dampening feeling that creeps up from somewhere between your heart and stomach feels easy, like a familiar knitted blanket and being sad takes on something different.


It's hard to keep up with our heartstrings balanced upon all this muscle and skin that lives without feeling .