I come running back here whenever unkindness hammers down on me like hailing uninvited rain. Heart resolving that it always was too delicate to withstand cruelty of ever changing face of people I 've shattered my miniscule self for. Yet this heart break only reminds me of my capacity to break a little more, hurt a little more, thus reflecting the depths unknown of my miniscule self. Teaching me not to undermine its oceanic trench capable of drowning in so much more. It's resurgence leaves me awestruck. And yet I cannot forget. And yet I cannot believe. Would it have been easier 'had I gone by myself'?