the truth hurts

(Nice guitar, unfortunately not mine to own)

The truth hurts. The kind of hurt that overwhelms and strips your defenses, taking you completely by surprise.

You are at a loss, not knowing whether to be upset or frightened or hysterical. Whirlwinds of emotions wreck havoc in you and yet there you sit, drowning in the silence.

And then it gets worse when the truth starts to sink in, like lead in your heart. But hurt is good. Hurt is awakening.

I am strangely calm. I hope I will continue to be calm when I wake up in the morning.

Goodnight, world.