I’m feeling frozen.
There’s a solid block of tears pressing on my heart, crushing it slowly.
And I’m scared to defrost.
No, I don’t want to just take something upon myself, or hear passionate eulogies, or work to accept His will, or praise our nation.
I don’t want to absorb, to digest, to try to understand.
Because if I don’t process, then I don’t have to move on.
I hate Moving On.
How does everyone else always seem to be able to react appropriately?
What’s wrong with me?