When the World is Crashing

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Do you know why I don’t come to you when my world crashes down on me? No matter how much it would mean to me and no matter how much healing you could bring, I know it would hurt you. I know your heart and I know you would scoop me up in arms just as you always have.

I can’t do that to you no matter the comfort it would bring to me.

You’d scoop me up in your arms and take me back no matter the cost to you; no matter that there is nothing to ever really heal my shattered parts. Not even using Mikey glue.

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UPDATE: I'm sorry this has been so slow in developing but the real world has been in the way and, I'm not ashamed to admit this, the memories I have to bring forth do not always inspire me to write. Instead, they make me want to play those old songs and wallow in the memories for too much time to admit. I do write, though, and there is much more coming soon -- filler for the notes and hints of events. Those words are coming.

I know it is hard to read a lot of disjointed notes and keep any kind of interest. The "meat" will find its way.

Let me add. I have written the last part. No, that is not really true. Jane wrote the last part but I have finally come to realize that note, that long, painful note is the only way for this all to end.