Overwhelmed

Like a child at a concert, some things that we are thrown into, we just aren't ready for. The overwhelming of the senses takes away the beauty of the music and the magic of thousands sharing a moment, turning it into discordance and chaos. It's okay for us to look back and state that concerts aren't for us, a claim backed by psychological scars and burst eardrums. But maybe some time later, we can turn the fissures and cracks in ourselves to paths for soil to turn into flowers. Returning to the scene of the crime when our senses aren't overwhelmed but prepared. Being able to say truly, "there was nothing ever bad about you, I was just not ready yet. My love misdirected to fear and I never knew how to express it any other way. Until now."