You give away things. Empty the cabinets. Layer by layer. Consolidate. Toss it out. Like tossing out things from your life. Minimize. Centralize. It looks good on his kitchen. All these... things. You think you don't need things again because life is forcing you to be restless again. All you want, all you need, are few niceties, solid pieces for all weather. A friend asked, when's the last time you cried? You pause and think hard, and realize, for as emotional a person you think are, the last time you cried was over a year and three months. There was a guy and a song involved. You can't even think of a movie where you cried, and you always, always cry in movies. Clearly, you haven't watched enough movies, and had your heart shaken from the core.
In a year, you've gone from a size 6 to 0. You have no idea how it happened. Your heart is bleeding, seriously, bleeding all the time, but people think you've got these great walls, chiseled. You're poised and pretty to make up for the softer linings. Over the years, these walls multiply and weigh down your heart. Well, I'm too tired of this feedback. I'm going to knock down this wall before I lose myself.