limerence.

𝘼 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙎 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙐𝙎.

I'm a writer. When the world overwhelms me I confide in the comfort of words. I could describe the color of the sky in ten different ways. There are drafts of my unwritten works in the back of my mind. Yet when I try to explain the way you make me feel, I can't. No words can begin to compare.

I think I've grown intrigued by the sky as of late, especially when it's dark. It reminds me that there are bigger things than myself. That at this moment there are millions of people looking at the same sky and a fraction of those people feel like I do. There is a comfort in knowing that you're not alone although you feel you are.​Suddenly I'm not drowning in my mind anymore. It's like my thoughts have been muted and there are no words, but I can still feel them; my hurt, my stress, my confusion. Even with all these emotions I don't know why I'm so empty. I suppose either you feel everything all at once or nothing at all.