Silence & Butterflies

Sometimes I seriously don't have anything to say. So I speak, but say nothing. That doesn't really seem to be useful, but I can't stand the thought of you drifting.

Tumbling

The feeling is sudden, all at once. I'm tumbling but I'm smiling as I fall.

You make me nervous, but I like it.

Anxiety Attacks

You make me nervous like something I've never felt before. I don't know whether to stay or go or hit the floor.

Warmth

I was so nervous. Unbelievably nervous to come home. To see you. Sick to my stomach and lose my hair nervous. But I came, and I did see you. It was like the last piece of a puzzle falling in to place.

I don't know how much you know, and I don't know how much I can tell you, but I will love you for a long time yet.

The Fire Within

I don't know how to tell you that I miss you. That inside my heart is a fiery hell, with burning fingers clawing every time I close my eyes. Searching, grasping, chilled air slipping through the spaces. It's a hot rage, consuming. Consuming thoughts. Consuming time. Consuming my mind. It's a daily battle. I fight through it every day. I challenge the furnace inside. And yet, I lose. I'm fighting for you but I can't win.

I don't know how to tell you that I miss you. But I do.

Recording

Something to record my thoughts, my days.

A diary fit for a queen.

Comforts

It's a little weird, but everyone has their own.
I miss my bathtub. I miss Fuzzy Peaches. I miss my PS3.
It's not the same when you can't relax.