Sometimes we are farther from what we've wanted our whole lives and it seems unreal. Distance is more than a number. You can feel the space between. It's hollowing and unbearable but we all deal with it because we have to, but must we? Distance is also a powerful thing. It's not the word that's powerful but the meaning that is strongly there that defines it. Distance has become a fear of most. Because the way it makes us feel. It leaves us in agony and pain because of the leverage between us. It's splits us into two halves. Completely isolated from what we've always wanted. Distance breaks us in a way that I can't define.

Sad is the only emotion I can actually feel. It's unlike being happy nor excited. It's a lot different. It makes me feel like I have power in a way that I can't describe. I can show the way it makes me feel but is hard to explain. It's more than just emotion. It's become some of our personalities. Some of us have just grown apart of it. Sometimes when there is nothing to feel, I automatically just feel sad. Not because I want to but because it makes me feel human. To just let my emotions accumulate into a swarm of hurt. Being able to let it out with a simple tear. It's the worlds largest weight off of my shoulder. It may not last very long but it feels good. It actually makes me feel alive. It's my heart breaking into a million pieces waiting to get sown back together, until that opportunity never passes by. When your stuck with a broken heart and all you have left is to just feel. To just feel, stressed and alone. Sometimes being alone is what feels the best. Sometimes we need to rely on our independence to save us. As if we learned how to save ourselves from hard situations so instead we just be sad.

I see the way he looks at her, it's simplistic but the way his smile twists is enough to tell a story. The story you can read on the curves of his lips is yet untold but if you just looked at him long enough you'd see every slim slit of glass fall into what was a broken mirror, the story of a fixation on how she changed him. Not the kind of change that makes people go wild in a way that is undefined. But his broken smile was turned into the perfect grin, she did that just by loving him.

She hides from the shadows as if they will capture her, what she doesn't know is they're behind her. They follow at a steady pace all they want is a glimpse of her face. Not because the beauty that lies on the outside but the strength that lies within. She gets a chill that becomes more direct by the step, she penetrates backwards but only to reveal the shadows are becoming more distinct and the distance is getting shorter between. As she closes her eyes she feels the crisp air on her neck, as the chills spread, she reached down to grasp the bottle in her purse as if a bottle of pills would justify the life she was too afraid to live. She looked swiftly behind her to witness nothing but the mellow wind and the cringed damp streets under vintage pasted lamps. As her knees collapsed she had nothing left to figure out because the fact that her trembled life had caused her nothing but fear and sometimes that's too scary for us all to even admit or even for us to be worth living, after all they were just shadows.