BLOTS

Sometimes I feel the urge to spill everything out, but then I realize that it's not just knowing what to say, but also what not to say. Silence-it has become a sanctuary for most people, but sometimes, silence will just suck up the remaining life in you, just like what it's doing to me. The worst part of missing someone is that point when you realize that it's the only thing that you can do, yet you can't stop longing...yearning...and almost dying every minute reality eats you alive. I guess I really miss her. I really, really do, but it seems nothing can be done. Still, there are nights when I go crazy enough to hope that maybe my phone will beep and then I'll see her name reaching out to me the way I can't reach out to her. Love. Burden. Insanity.

Sometimes, we meet people that we'll love and stop at that, nothing follows, just that single desire to fall and stay in-love. I think I can be added on the list now. Too bad there's a dream that literally means everything and when that dream died, everything follows...I thought. But there's one left now, the dream to stay emotionally attached to her, the dream to keep her in my life in any way possible, the dream to stay just as in-love as I used to be. I would love to love her till my dying day.