I don’t know what to say here, perhaps there is nothing more to say than that has already been said. I should write SILENCE –that explains everything that i cannot express. There is... just nothing. An abyss of nothingness extends its self from my bedroom window, in the crack between my eye lids, seeping through the pipes and closing in on my temples. The hard pressure of nothing.

Three more days and now it's just a deep missing ach in my collarbone. The deep yearning for you to come take my hands and tell me everything will be okay -to guide me through my life. To tell me which boys i should avoid and question the ones who i like, for you to tell me to stop fretting about the future and that i'll get there someday. I need you to tell me i'm doing okay because you’re the only person i'll ever believe in.

-always always R.