There is a very special well inside me. It pours sadness, a neverending stream of tears and sorrow. I am wondering who dug it first.

Sometimes the water is still and I barely notice it. Today it is overflowing, ready to drown me in its ice cold water.

Over the years I tried different things to close it up, seal it and forget about it. Such a futile attempt at winning my peace back.

So I take the water and let it flow through me till it finally finds a way outside through sad words shared with the void surrounding me.

Just an embrace would do to stop it. But you are nowhere to be found.

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