It was uncomfortable to write and at times, embarrassing to let the rest of the world in on my most private thoughts, triumphs, and heartaches.
The source became gray and skies black from non being. Infinite void. It is what my blood screams. It is what this restless soul needs.
I remembered very well, the first time that I passed here. So many memories to dwell and so many stories to share.
What if you stayed? I never should've shed tears because you chose the months over our years.