There's Just MeI dont feel. I can tell the differences between surfaces beneath my fingertips but it isnt feeling. My love was so strong it hurt. Im not sure what it means to be warm anymore. Ive welcomed the cold. I dont seek interaction, contact or anything like it. What i need is the unintentional, unconventional, and unprofessional love that isnt spoken. I want to look at sound. I need to breathe a sunset. Im tired of simply being classified as alive due to the blood pumping in my veins. I want to live. My longing rests within me. It doesn't rely on anyone but my own treacherous soul. I wonder sometimes, why i have to live in hell to appreciate heaven.
I miss me.
upsetwmwife 26-30, F 1 Response 2 Jan 11, 2013