Isolation isn't solitude. Intensity isn't intimacy. Happiness isn't joy. Being poor isn't being broke. Being depressed isn't being sad. Being in love isn't choosing to love. Enduring isn't thriving. Hearing isn't listening. Seeing isn't noticing. Leaving's not the only way. Turning away isn't turning towards.
There's a heaviness today, sitting on my heart, squeezing my soul hard enough to cause my eyes to leak.