Refelction

Thinking back without throwing up? thats what I call improvement.

Another day comes to a close, leaving another page left empty, waiting to be filled. I keep tearing them out, I still cant fathom the fact that even though my love has left me, the world is still spinning, the sun is still rising, and the birds continue their song. It's only a technicality that my heart maintains its rhythmic beats and my lungs continue to pump oxygen. The truth is, without him, I'm a dead woman. He gifted me that taste of life I needed and now I've become ravenous; human. I've become frail and insignificant. I'm inconsequential, I have no meaning, I have no influence. I am a microscopic being that has become reliant upon the acceptance of her peers. I have become everything I fear most.