I thought I wanted to be alone.
I thought it's what I needed.
Peace and quiet.
But sitting here in the corner of this room.
This horribly quiet room.
I'm having second thoughts.
Except I can't think.
The silence, it's loud.
Too loud.
It's starting to get to me.
My eyes scatter around the room.
Looking.
Searching.
For noise.
Just a trace.
None.
Not even a creak from the old floor board.
I need sound.
I need someone.

When I am writing with a passion, my chest burns.
My toes curl.
My eyes are intense and focused on the paper before me.
I would grip the pencil hard enough to leave a mark on my fingers. Hard enough to leave a mark in me.
One that is like a never fading memory in my mind.
It can never disappear.
Never goes away.
It can only get lost.
I sort through my mind. Looking. Searching. For that image I had created.
Once I find. Once I remember it. My vision is long gone, stolen from my eyes and replaced with that very image. The one I'll never forget.

"I don't know which is worse. Your words. Or the fact that it's the truth..."

You are like a broken record.

Spinning in my head repeatedly.

Always lying there in the corner of my mind.

Until I find you and try to stop.

Stop thinking about you.

The way your smile held a dimple on your cheek.

The way your eyes sparkled when you laughed.

The way your-

Stop!

The way I feel when I'm around you.

Stop!

I can't stop!

The record is not the one that's broken.

It's me broken because I can't have you.

You never know how much you love something until it's gone.

You dream about it practically all night long.

It takes up your mind making you go blind.

Making you do things that you've now had to hide.

Leaving you in the dark lost inside.

Not knowing where to go or what to try.

Nothing you've ever imagined before.

You hold the key to the door.

Unlock it and it begins.

Unleash what holds within.

It may let you fall or it may make you fly.

You never know until you try...