1993

How painful it is to realize that ...

we can't be enough for someone to stay,

and even more painful when we seem to be  at a distance when we can be closer; to hear their aches  to listen so keenly that we don't care about ourselves anymore, to comfort and ease their loads..but we are denied of the chances of giving. 

So ironic as we often tell ourselves the possibility that we can do all things driven by faith and love alone;

but this life is so full of screaming dark walls.

I want to go back to a place called 1993.

©jenh2018