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I cannot write anymore. I cannot write, my thoughts have been scattered and the whole process muddled. All I had to say for my writing was that it was honest. Never as clear or as precise as I wished it to be, but it came from my heart, every single time. And now my heart is blocked, it's being suffocated by a nothing that I can't even see. I can't
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Something around me is heavy because I cannot turn it into words.
But all forms of love come with doubt, especially within the self.
It is not so much terrifying to lose your individuality because of something else, as losing it in in something else.
It's in the quiet look in his eyes, the ones that look at me with eyebrows raised and an apology so deftly masked by pride.
>>> nicely done. i loved these lines. XD
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