A word from you and I can fall from grace ...

Is that how it goes? It is niggling at my brain.

Feeling stretched taut.
Emotions pulled in more directions than they should be.
Work is winding down, and gearing up, all at the same time.
I want to cry, yet I am not able to.
I want kindness and reassurance, and I cannot do that for myself.

Scratch that second last statement. I am able to. Fuck.