Words cut like daggers, deep and sharp. Round and round we go, back and forth, to and fro. I will get farther from you, from this. Emotionally incapable, today I find myself feeling yet words still cease to escape my mouth. Unlike you I am me, whole and complete to the world. Unlike you, I don’t hide all of the parts of me that are socially unacceptable. Naked and free for the world to see and accept for who I am, not who I strive to be. Unlike you.
Unfathomable this, situations have arisen that can no longer be covered with a facade of perfection. True colors will come and go, as friends, as seasons. Burn, burn, burn; take it all away. Free from this, I float weightlessly and effortlessly into an abyss of complete, completion, satisfaction. I see in the future promise of a content nature, without you.
Funny how… [insert your story here].
