I Lost Nothing.

November 15, 2010
By Mikaveli BRONZE, Greenville, South Carolina
Mikaveli BRONZE, Greenville, South Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
Laugh, for it is too soon to cry, unless you laugh too hard.

Days upon days, I lie restless on the ground. That ground, so inviting, becomes a part of me. I don't want to be exposed, I want to enjoy the ataraxy of being just another contribution to the scum of the earth. I don't want to continue making decisions, choosing and pondering, thinking and wondering. Down here, it's almost as if I lost nothing.

Alas, I struggle to stand up. I brush the dirt and grime off of my clothes. I dread having to leave that ground. I walk towards the door, go inside, and smile to everyone because I don't want to.

The author's comments:
I, along with all of you, have felt that feeling of a complete breakdown. This breakdown can come in small packages, and others in large explosions. In my case, it was a gargantuan bombardment.

This in its most basic term relates to this moment and what we feel in the "midst of the storm." Then, there's the "eye of the hurricane."

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