Journal #4

Then Delia began contemplating heartache. Heartache, the treacherous creature who lurks into weak relationships and broken hearts. A distant animal who resides in a cramped dark hole, letting in no form of light. Why would heartache need protection when he's the one destroying souls? He keeps watch at dusk, pondering ways to bring despair. Creeps lonely and hidden all night disguising his horns and pitchfork to lure in the uncommitted. Stayed there still listening, watching, scheming. Delia was likely to feel the burning of his fiery soul sneaking up to attack. She felt lonely and unloved. Oh Nick! He ought to consider the pain he was causing. He sent a friend to check up on her but Delia would not have it. No doctor could fix the agony heartache gave her. It swallowed her up but couldn't seem to spit her out. She knew this wouldn't kill her, but she thought it would come close. She just knew it. Everyone told her differently, but she insisted. And if they were wrong, she would spend eternity with her Creator. And if not, she'd crawl up by her lonesome and stay there forever. Just curl up in a cramped dark hole. Love, would eventually shine happiness on the heartbroken once again.