the longest delay of my life has come to these last few weeks, and I don't know how to handle it.
the nauseating feeling of not wanting to let go of someone, whether physically or mentally, constantly plagues my body.
nausea.
a pit in my stomach.
I can never seem to let go.latching won't do us any good, but being my rock, I latch on.
in the concrete, I evade, I erode away my terrible thoughts with thoughts of comfort as I try to imagine that there's some way I will be happy.I love,
my home.
my only home.
the arms that bring me joy, that keep me breathing.I love,
memories of these years plague my mind as the nauseating feeling decides to stay with me.
I wish to relive every moment, but in truth, know I can't.reality hits that one day, I will too be someone's home, taking off in a twister that we all know as growing up.
reality hits me in my dreams, making nightmares become more than what they seem.
a crisis I can't compete with, a crisis we all must go through.I love,
my future, my past, oh God my past. Those embarrassing years make me shudder with fear, but I would do anything to be back in them with the one thing that kept me going.I love,
all someone that great can bring to me.
joy, despair, bliss, annoyance, comfort.
happiness.
pure happiness.I love,
my only home.
you.