just a bunch of melancholic tales and sob stories.
and shit that i wouldn't admit to myself even in the darkest of days.
i am nothing but honest while writing this book.
even though some truths are better left unsaid.
here, is where i say all of t...
dear you, missing you comes in shades of blue, like countless ephemeral pangs of sadness and regret. sometimes waves of nostalgia crash into my swirling abyss of thoughts, creating a never-ending cycle of remembering the sound of your shaky laugh and the familiar crack in your voice. sometimes sadness envelopes me like a giant curving wave, suffocating me in the depths of saltwater as i lay awake staring at the clock's hour hand strike midnight. on some days it gets worse. sadness comes in the form of numbness as the heavy ache of my bones, my heart buried deep in my throat and teary eyes. every thought of you create ripples across my sea salt skin, each one creating a deeper hole in me than the other
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