The words seem foreign in my mouth,
My tongue unable to distinguish the taste
I've been meaning to write to you, to update about all darkness that is beginning to settle within me.
My mind has returned to a maze. One that seams unsolvable.
I'd ask you for a way out but I know that these solutions are never served on a platter.
I'm afraid that sooner or later, the darkness will eat me whole, and nothing will be left of me, not even the words that I've been dying to say
I'm disappointed to say, that I'm unsure as to whether the words can form a sentence worth moving you or him or her.
It's sad to see that another love was left to burn out, it's fire once a sun, has now dimmed into nothing but a speck of ash or dust.
Until next time,
When words can form something..more