At least I have my room

I'm curious...

I don't talk much about myself really, not to people, not beyond these pages. Every now and then, people wonder what kind of strength...or madness I have, that it seems I don't need people. They wonder if my secrets ever become too heavy for one heart to bear, or if my problems are ever too big for one brain to contain, or if I am never tempted to keep witnesses to my life as everyone is so afraid to be forgotten and misunderstood.

I am not always that strong, or mad. Not always. Every now and then, I feel so...alone. Every now and then, I am just weak, as people really are. Then my heart breaks, whatever's left of it, then my brain just wants to drift in the dark uncomplicated comfort that sadness brings. Every now and then, I wish there was...whatever it was we needed on moments like those.
But I am curious why, when those moments come, people suddenly don't understand. I'm curious why they forget how some secrets are just too heavy for one heart to bear, some problems too much for one brain to contemplate or that my head just needs the vacant space above their shoulder.

It seems, people can't forgive me when I am human. I'll just have to be stronger. I just have to be...till the world will grow a little heart.

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"Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked." -Oliver Holmes Sr.