I can't seem to find the right words.
I can hear my heart beating in my ears.
It's so faint, I convince myself to believe that it isn't my imagination; which had allowed me to feel it on my fingertips or in my knees or on my lips.
I can feel each neuron lighting up from the nape of my neck to my crooked elbow.
I can smell the sound of falling in love.
But I can't seem to find the right words.
I want to let the world hear the overwhelming scent of fear.
I want to let the world know how it feels to live someone else's breakup, how my heart learns to beat rhythmically after 17 years.
But I still can't seem to find the right words to explain everything I'm feeling.
I try to put it together but it never fits.
Like the hyperpigmentation on my thighs, the red spots in my eyes and the sobs in my cries.
Bear with me a little longer while I try to piece this puzzle together or we could hold on to this feeling forever.
Whichever it may be, decide, while I struggle to find the right words.