loving

This business of loving, it's so heavy on the heart. Some days, you keep running like a headless chicken. This is one of those days. You're trap in a situation where you keep analyzing what went wrong, and why you keep on hurting yourself by hurting others. There's a certain numbing that you can't explain. Are you finally letting go, or are you just in a "calm" stage, ready to explode once more. When will this cycle end? I'm not sure. Perhaps when you have stopped loving?