My chest, it hurts. Not in an aching sort of way. I'm overcome with a squeezing sensation, the kind that travels up through your lungs and suffocates you. I can't think. I can't breathe. My chest expands with each inhale, but my lungs feel like dead weight in my chest. I take in another breath, but the pain persists. My watery eyes dance across the room and my sweaty palms grasp at my aching heart.
Burning. My heart burns. It's beatings so fast that I think it may explode. The raw pain runs through my toes, sending waves of flames throughout my body. The pain of losing my light. The foundation of my safety crumbles around me.
The fear creeps insidiously into my mind. My insecurities wage war against my battered heart. The fears of letting go, of not being good enough. The fear of losing you.
A raging fire brews inside of me, desperate to escape the confines of my body. The rivers I cry are not enough to douse the hungry flames of heartbreak. I feel myself begin to spiral unconsolably.
Spinning into the dark depths from which I had finally escaped. The demons I had fought for so long now stand before me unfettered. I'm dragged down, praying I may escape them once again.
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Clinging to Unreachable Stars
RomanceA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
