And there were many others...
There was a need for feeling, a need for touching, tasting, seeing, hurting, loving, being.
There was a need inside of me...
There was doubt.
There was uncertainty.
There was pain.
There was peace.
There was a broken heart...but a whole one.
There's still a need for feeling, a need for touching, tasting, seeing, hurting, loving, being.
There is still a need inside of me.
There is doubt.
There is uncertainty.
There is pain.
There is no peace.
There is a broken heart...and parts are missing.
There's an ache...
There's a hole...
Something is wrong...and I think I know what it is.
But I prefer to write about it, ignore it, and discard it...
(cause maybe it'll hurt a little less that way...)
