Who ever said patience is the key. its been years..and still i cant work out which door or the cut & curve of the metal key. i havent even seen the peephole through the door.

Waiting for what. id love to know, maybe then i could vaguely see through this deep dark fog vibrating off my skin.

Don't stop... dont stop speaking, listening, conversing.
Don't stop touching, holding, feeling.
Just don't stop moving, or the burning thoughts will take a hold and swallow you.

Hard times that tried our souls.

You're becoming just another silhouette into my history.

Is the hurt i feel, felt by you?

It's the only way I know how to get by..

Sometimes not feeling is the only way to survive.

If my presence becomes not enough, its time you let me go...

You'll be another easy goodbye...or the hardest one yet..