Space to think

I've never really liked it because I start thinking of things that bother me, which in turn creates that deep ache inside, somewhere between your chest and your stomach. Each time I think, it hurts. I wondered the other day as I was thinking about someone I know that is traveling down a road of loss , how grief actually causes physical pain and how interesting that is. I remember my grief well, I remember how it felt, how it ached, how it burned at the slightest thought that made it return.

But this post isn't about grief. I've had my share of that. It's about a loss of sorts I guess without sounding too dramatic. My heart doesn't know the difference between the two.. just that it misses.. and the missing hurts, the absence hurts, the space hurts. Sometimes things about life just suck huh.