Impervious Nature

I don't know what that word means but it just popped in my head.

Sometimes people should just shut up. Trying to help could be of a kind motivation but it pisses the shit out of me. I am just venting and probably don't mean any of the sick words at all. I feel like running from the ones whose hands are reaching into the tent to put things in order. I don't know why I feel this way but I do feel sick all over. An attack from the left side of my head and I am wearing thin. If I don't, how in the world would you? I am grateful for your goodwill but sometimes the battle is too personal to handle. So how come I am surrounded by pictures of forgotten lovers hanging on the wall? Please don't try to understand this madness. It takes a wise person to hold out the pain, even at the eve of execution and having no answers whatsoever at all.

Cos sometimes, the answer is not ours to bear.

j.t.