A story that was never told

A story that was never told.

How lonely the journey is. How harsh I am with me. How desperate I feel, asking “How could I help you”.

A story that is kept in silence. How hard it is to make an extra mile. To cover someone’s dumbness or laziness. How sweet is the moment when I rescue someone. How bitterly reality reacts with silent acceptance.

A story of interactions, that left upset. Because outcomes were never close to the effort. When outcomes where left for those, who stay. And a wave of relief is finally arriving, when I close the door behind.

All these thousands of micro-happiness “a-ha” moments when I learned how the world works. Smashed with the weight how not enough I am. And how wrong I am. And how many disasters I have brought to others.

A forgotten story of me and me. The one I have succesfully forgotten and have no others story to tell. So I keep silence. Because words rarely matters.

A story, that was told million times. Unhappiness isn’t unique. It’s a story told millions of times. A story that will change colors, tastes, wording. The spirit stays the same.

Storie of broken people. Those, who keep silence. Those who believe one day it’s becoming better.

One day without me. And the stories that was never heard.