Silverfish

The Absent Affair

I am afraid of that dark place.

That one that my mind will occasionally bring me to–deep violent skies of pain and discomfort.

I am afraid of the uncomfortable.

It's not an empty feeling, but rather, one that consumes my chest. A strange burning sensation which is ultimately derived from nothing.

I want to feel like a real person again.

But what do I feel? Is this pain engendered from my loneliness?

Am I haunted by lack of affection?

I want to love someone again; or I want someone to love me.

I wish to be desired, sought after.

I wish to regain that pain, stare into its piercing violet eyes and allow myself to feel it.

For there is no way out but through.

I must feel it.

I cannot lightly shove it away any longer.

I must feel it.