Silent killer, invisible threat, wrapped around my heart like an all-consuming net. Tugging, squeezing, barely able to breathe, this is the reason why I endlessly grieve. The elephant in the room gets heavier on my heart, feels like my insides are being ripped apart. Loss is a thing I cannot seem to bear; still, the weight of it follows me everywhere.
Why does happiness have to be so fleeting? We think we can hold onto it, but it’s ever taking flight. Happiness can morph into madness in an instant or be extinguished in a sad, unexpected moment like a moth to a flame. If only I could hold it always and keep it safely cradled against my chest. But happiness always finds a way to elude me. I’m watching right now as it inconspicuously floats away.