...because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
Words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell. There is no escape. There is none. Close your eyes and melt.
"It could have been worse. It can still turn worse."
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.