Life is a funny thing.
It loves to throw curve balls at you. Always keeping you on your toes.
These curve balls are not always bad. In time everything evens out, I know that. But at the moment it all feels empty. After a while, I expect the wound to heal. The pain to fade. The the strange thing is that it's not the pain I fear. It's the empty, the blank spot. The fear that maybe this hole will never be filled.
It loves to throw curve balls at you. Always keeping you on your toes.
These curve balls are not always bad. In time everything evens out, I know that. But at the moment it all feels empty. After a while, I expect the wound to heal. The pain to fade. The the strange thing is that it's not the pain I fear. It's the empty, the blank spot. The fear that maybe this hole will never be filled.
But then, that's a silly idea. The hole will be filled, in time. Just as the Tin Man found he had a heart all along, so will I in time find that there really is something there, something in this heart of mine.
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