Waves

It comes up in waves

Every wave carries upon a million razors, each one destined to cut, bruise, bleed out and inject unavoidable hopelesness

Each impact demands total strength to endure it, maximum attention and extreme access to all kinds of memories

A void, plenty of despair, filled with anti-love, leads these waves into action, so the hit ends up like being subjected to lightspeed-like G-forces.

Cannot prevent them

Cannot reason with them

Cannot talked them out of their purpose

Cannot do anything but cope with them until they wind out….and the next wave comes again

I’ve been hit before. I’ve been cut before. I’ve been turned into glass before. So I have the antibodies for it. I just need to let it pass through until they get tired of bullying me. And they will someday. They’re not as strong as I am.