A slump. It shall too pass. I passed on expressing my unhappy closeness. Closely tugging at my heart. Even my lungs are heavy. Empty of depression but depressingly falling into moments of empty. Empty empty empty. Y'all know how that feels?
this disheartening break of the only true known. I found "x" in the equation and used my "y" to infuse the solution.
Years I sheltered ... I meant tears.... Auto correct is right in all the years I've sheltered tears... Hurting for years patiently torturing my emotions... The slowest cook.
Slump passing...
92 words so far and I've already given you too much!
Even an emoji story would be giving you too much.
I'm empty from giving you too much.
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