We’ve all got feelings we deny to overtake us but instead to channel it out in ways that destroys us the most. We drink to it. We smoke to it. We write about it but never let that someone read it.

And I think the last one kills the most because it stays within, it never gets out of us. It never reached the one who caused us the pain. It stays. You don’t get over it, you just get used to it. Get tired of it. Get sick of it.

Images of you flashes before my eyes even before the sun rays of early mornings. Dreams of you run through my mind even before then moon tells me good night. You are constantly in my mind as if you are the oxygen that lives within my blood.