because wanting never got anyone anywhere.

i want to go somewhere solitary, empty, apart, desolate, estranged, reclusive. i want to scream and scream and scream. i want to scream so much i’ll never hear the silence. i want to wither and crumble and erode. i want to cry these ugly tears until i fall weak on my knees, i want to curse and hurt the sky. i want to never see the sun and i want to hold you. i want to die too. Instead i smile and pretend that i am fine.
-always always R.