Sometimes the emotions just flow and how I feel becomes a river.
That river tumbles and splashes along and meets the ocean head on.
It becomes a tsunami that cashes over everything.
Then when it's over, I'm left standing in the destruction wondering how I got there.
When all I did was allow myself to feel.
Sometimes I'm wrong even when I do what's asked of me.
Maybe because it's not done the way they want?
Sometimes expectations taint what is given.
Sometimes when someone tells you how they feel, they want you to hear them not fix them.
And sometimes being there for someone means doing nothing more than listening and understanding.
Sometimes we feel as if we aren't doing enough when we're actually doing exactly what's needed of us.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC
Sometimes the emotions just flow and how I feel becomes a river.
That river tumbles and splashes along and meets the ocean head on.
It becomes a tsunami that cashes over everything.
Then when it's over, I'm left standing in the destruction wondering how I got there.
When all I did was allow myself to feel.
Sometimes I'm wrong even when I do what's asked of me.
Maybe because it's not done the way they want?
Sometimes expectations taint what is given.
Sometimes when someone tells you how they feel, they want you to hear them not fix them.
And sometimes being there for someone means doing nothing more than listening and understanding.
Sometimes we feel as if we aren't doing enough when we're actually doing exactly what's needed of us.
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