The Most Beautiful Thing in My Mind.

My Hands Shake but You Don't Notice.

2.10 am

Here I sit alone. It is dark, very dark. Every fiber of me misses him, although he's not gone. Something isn't right. My hands shake, but from what?

That's funny, there was no heartbreak. It was nothing but a small burst of emotion. A bit of dialogue you spared me.  I could search forever trying to look for what's killing me, but I know I will only find myself hiding in the lion's mouth.

It hurts so badly, and I still don't know why. Something isn't right. I want you to tell me about the wars on your skin, so that I can tell you, "I love you still."

Not yet.