If you’ve ever seen the movie Predator, you are familiar with that line. Jesse Ventura is hit, bleeding, but he’s focused on taking out the alien predator so he’s got no time to bleed.
I feel the same way right about now. Only the blood I want to shed, but hold back, is not red, it’s clear. And comes from only one source, my eyes, and originates from only one site, my heart.
I don’t know when I’ll have time to do anything but move forward. When I will have time to stop, curl up in a ball and release all the pent-up emotions. I don’t know when that tomorrow will come, or what that tomorrow will bring.
Or perhaps, I do know. Perhaps I know too much. And therefore, my desire to “bleed.”