Finding healing for my battered warrior of a soul.

  video credits to @taylor.fcvietnam I'm still in a state of shock, so my writing will probably stay tainted by my grief for a while. This retrograde clearly has it in for me, because I'm just getting one storm after another handed to me. Love has been an ongoing topic in my head, usually accompanied by a giant question mark at the end. People tell me to move on, like that will help heal a broken heart. I always thought I was afraid of being alone, but it isn't me who lives with that fear, its those who jump from one relationship to the next, often overlapping, only having the courage to leave when they have found a replacement, leaving behind them a wake of broken hearts, lies and self-doubt.  In an episode of Sex and the City, the question was once asked; When two people part, where does the love go? Does it dive off a cliff? Is it transferred to the next person? Does it linger? Do we bury it deep in our hearts and keep it there forever? Or does it ultimately blacken and ...

  My usual sarcastically cheery self is going on vacation momentarily, I’m afraid to get out of bed, afraid to see the sun, terrified its light might expose all those things I desperately keep hidden inside myself. I have been trying to figure out for days how I can write a piece that doesn't show my grief, but to no avail. I am going through something right now that I cannot put into words - it is private, painful and something I was not prepared to feel anytime soon.  Sometimes we think we have it all figured out, we think we know what we want and how to get it and are distracted by what we feel the universe wants from us.. and then we are thrown a curve ball, and our world as we know it, shatters before our very eyes and falls into a million tiny little pieces. Heartbreak in any form is devastating. Love makes everything more tragic, beautiful, interesting, painful. Love can destroy you in seconds, but it can also save your life. Naturally, we try to deal with it by sleep...