Sometimes

Sometimes, you do get the feeling, the feeling that makes you sick to stomach, burns your eyes, makes you wanna burst inside out. Yet you can not do anything about it. It is just a feeling after all. You wait... another minute, another hour, another day. After a while you think that it is gone. Nay. It just changes its shape, scent. It is there. Stays with you till the moment you die. Reminds itself once in a while. Sometimes its a face you wanna see once in a while, or the free hug you need for a while. Sometimes its the walls of a ice fortress, burdens you with its arms. Then its the very same feeling burns like a wild fire deep inside. You can t endure the cold nor the heat. You just keep living. Knowing, afraid. Knowing that sometimes it all boils down to one moment, one burst to make it all... different. For better or worse.