Reactions to Sad Things...

she read through the thread, and tears came to her eyes. she couldnt stop them, and truthfully, she didnt want to. sometimes, she reasoned, its better to let the tears come.
she didnt know what to do, her inability, her lack of being able to relate produced a barrier between her and the others she was wanting to help.
so she wrote from the heart, realising that her words probably wouldnt help them, but it was all she felt she could do.
for a while afterwards the predicemant was still on her mind.
words could not explain how she felt. something more tangible had to flow from her, more than tears and shallow replies.
she decided that she had to respond in her own way, and that her psychology lecture of the next morning could be missed. some things are more important.

the fluro light blared at her, and she sat and contemplated what she would create. half an hour later she was finished. somehow she felt better. it was out of her head, out of her heart.







this is called, a reaction to sad events, and is my response to some stuff happening in gushGALS. if your not there, you dont need to know, so dont ask. its not my job to tell you.

it has Psalm 42, from verse 5 onwards on it.
and the red is my own writing, a prayer to God somewhat. you might make some of it out, but probably not.

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