I’m beginning to forget the feeling, and I’m wondering what that saying “between a rock and a hard place” means because each place hurts. I’m beginning to forget the feeling and so I can’t help but crawl through the rocks, even though it will leave marks. I keep pushing and though it may seem difficult at the time I look back and just see broken. But sharp with shards, and yet I keep swiping my shins on those shards. I’m wondering why we all allow ourselves to skin so easily, as we look at the cracked remnants of our past that will not repair. The “I hate You“‘s and the illegalities and the unhappy grudges of revenge and uncertainty. I’m beginning to forget the feeling and all I seem to remember are these shards. Forgetting the feeling of being remembered, of being important to someone, of not being isolated by these rocks. I’m wondering why we all make things so difficult, and it’s because we care so much. So, although I’m forgetting, I’ll keep struggling through, because I care.