My heart always wanders out of the deck of cards. My mind is a basket case of caffeine and a fire filled anxiety with fluctuating heights that burn deeper sometimes-depending on the day. It's like I know there's light in the room, but my eyes only see the darkest of the spectrum, and I don't know how to fix it other than claw my eyes out so I don't see anything at all. I can feel your presence in the room and you're not far at all. I could ask for help, but what would be the point if you never could tell the difference between whether I was happy or not?
Sincerely, THE AUTHOR
