It’s odd feeling a void.

There’s never been a problem with going through the motions.

But now it’s hit me.

Why do I deploy my emotions to pandora’s box?

Much has changed lately,

But everyone has adapted to it, except me.

Never once has my life maintained an equilibrium,

So why must it hurt me so much now?

Perhaps a journal is the only shoulder won't judge.

It helps unwind how complex  thoughts wind up. 

Emotions cannot completely be translated to words.

But synonyms are much liberating than bottling everything up.