Moving Forward

Most days I'm ok.
Most days it doesn't bother me.
Most days I don't think about it.
Then there was today,
Today I wasn't ok.
Today it bothered me.
Today I thought about it.
And the music.
The music.
Every song.
Every single song.
Pure torture.
Today I was reminded.
I was reminded of how desperately sad I am.
Sadness.
It creeps in.
Slowly.
Like a crawling storm.
Then it hits.
Hard.
It pours and terrorizes.
Rips, shreds, explodes.
Then it's gone.
And you're left to sort through the destruction.
Hoping you can figure everything out before the next storm.
Or maybe some days you can leave the mess.
Pick it up later.
Some days maybe the mess is just too hard to sort through.
Maybe, just maybe you can move forward without figuring anything out.
Maybe just move forward.