Feelings.

I feel like a train wreck. I feel like a bus has run over me and all my bones are broken. I'm sore and bruised. I'm tired and aggravated in life because I feel like I am honestly getting no where.
I feel almost like a cloud. I absorb all the worlds hate and disturbance. I suck it up like a sponge.
Questions rise at my feet like a peasant begging for the King's approval.
Why me?

The universe slowly answers my questions with responses that seem almost like prayers answered.
I am given these abilities, these abilities to see the world for what it really is. I am a translator. A translator that translates feelings through feeling them for everyone else.

Maybe that's why drug addicts, do drugs. They want to experience the world on a different level than what society calls " normal " people. They want to be numb to the pain and learn to live with feelings of grief and despair. They want to give up. They feel the pain more intensely and more deeper than everyone else so it's harder to run.
It's always harder to run when you have nothing to run to.

I feel like pavement because I let so many people walk all over me and draw all over me. I let them draw their words and I take them to heart. I take them to my heart because things like that, they hurt. I can't just shut it off and I can't just be quiet when I cry.
Don't tell me that crying makes me weak because crying makes me strong.

I feel almost like I want to give up but it's because of the knowledge of good things will come that keep me holding on my this single thread.