Excuse my dramatic mood. Just thought Id share my thoughts on the moment. Cliche, yes.

       I feel so scared, terrified really. I’ve let the wall down and now I am not sure I am able to bring it back up. Or maybe it was never really there. Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination all along, just there to appease my mind.

       I feel so scared. So scared I almost cannot move.

       So scared I almost cannot cry, or talk.

       Or continue on in this dreary world.

       Love is paralyzing in the most beautiful and hideous way.

       The way I feel right now is indescribable in the most frustrating way.

I can feel tears well up somewhere deep inside.

Yet they do not manifest themselves.

They just linger, somewhere inside.

        To torment me, perhaps? Who will ever know? Apparently not I.

Keep moving.

Keep moving.

Keep going.

But why?

So that I will find happiness?

But what is happiness?

Somehow I think Ive found it,

Even now i doubt it.

Is there any certainty in anything, ever?

And if there was, how would one know?

I feel as if the entire human race has read a manual that I never knew existed.