In front of me the world is spinning.

Somedays I am hearing stories that break my heart, that wrench my soul and stop me dead all whilst I maintain complete composure. I get close to tears when you speak, but I do not show you. I feel fear from your stories but I do not tell you. I am scarred by your life, but I will not flinch in front of you.

I am your pile of dirty laundry, your skeletons thrown out of the closet for a moment, the keeper of the key of your pandora's box. And that can be a heavy weight to bear. I feel crushed under the life you have told me, of the shames, of the guilt, of the terrible dark side of the human world. You are just day to day people, but I know so much of the horrors.

I am sickened by the numbers of people who are abused, how many people are raped, bullied, emotinally manipulated, attacked. The world's tinge does darken day by day.

But my darling, he is the light in it all. With him the world shine brighter, the tinges soften, the world slows down.

With him, I can just be, and try and forget the burdens that are placed on me, leave them at the door, and breathe for a moment, before heading back the next day, to try again to make the world a brighter place for you. You, the every day people.