"I hear you weep so far from here
I taste your tears like you're next to me"
i'm slowly falling into oblivion, slowly consuming my torn heart, carefully avoiding touch with reality.
I miss his warm skin and his sugar kisses. I miss feeling alive, i miss believing i am more than just flesh and bones, i miss meaning something to myself.
I'm not ready to come back yet. This journal, like everything else in my life, has been swallowed up by this insatiable void.