It scares me to think this is true

This is me trying to make sense of things

Is it a constant state of denial that keeps my fingertips lingering in the cold, lonely space of infinity?

Or an overpowering feeling of a word called “Love”

An illusion we cling onto, causing us to believe that this is everything.

She is everything.

Because without her… I am nothing.

Just another entity aching for a reason… an excuse to say I exist. 

Author's Note

I am not a writer, nor have I ever claimed to be. I want to see how you interpret what I am thinking and to see if you can make a connection.

Reviews

[raven]

very nice indeed. i am sure you can express yourself even better if you write more. you definitely have a thing going on here. great job!