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Yours Truly

You barely whisper your words.

I barely register them, the shock is so over-whelming.

Yet they cut my heart like knives. I don’t know what to do.

I tell you it’s going to be okay. You want to believe me but you can’t because we both know that my response was mechanical. But I don’t tell you this, neither do you say it. I didn’t mean what I said. Not because I am a bad person. No. But because we both know that it isn’t going to be okay. We both know that things will never be the same. We both know that we are helpless, that I am helpless.

That nothing can be done.

And that is unnerving.
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