Fay Wolf

breaking and falling apart again. need to stop doing this. it's just an image in my head, it's not real. it's an idea. nothing more. I don't want to do epic tragic romance anymore. I want a normal healthy story now please. no more pieces and clouds. no more longing for nothing, no more lies to myself. I want to tell. how you don't even know how hurt feels and what it means. cut off at the knees. you don't know how a face can inspire such mixed feelings. fire and ice and tumbling revolutionaries. fireworks and soulless minds conspiring, eyes burning into skin, marked for the count of worthless lovers. I'm still counting. How to face this in four weeks, it's impossible when silence hits like a wall, better than my walls. Stronger and wider.