Feeling lost
I hate the uncertainty of your absence. The lack of control. The emptiness, the slacking of the leash.
Everyday I look into the mirror and see the band around my neck. I remember the click of the tumblers falling, breathing was harsh then. Now every time I breath in I feel it snug around my throat, it always reminds me, sometimes it's the only thing keeping me steady.
As I said once to you:
"There is no lock, no key. It's build out of feelings. Out of love, happiness and worry. It is unbreakable... that's the true collar."
Everyday I look into the mirror and see the band around my neck. I remember the click of the tumblers falling, breathing was harsh then. Now every time I breath in I feel it snug around my throat, it always reminds me, sometimes it's the only thing keeping me steady.
As I said once to you:
"There is no lock, no key. It's build out of feelings. Out of love, happiness and worry. It is unbreakable... that's the true collar."