My thoughts are ripe for the picking. Dare I voice them aloud. I need to clear my head. Lend me some fresh air and Iíll escape through the backdoor as to go unseen. Iíll take my leave and give you the space you so deserve. Although Iíll hang onto this here invisible thread that Iíve tied myself to you with. You canít cut what you canít see.
And no, not everybody is the same. You have proven that statement true just by being who you are. Youíve opened me up so many times, and in so many ways... Youíve shown me things that I didnít think existed. I have fallen so hard into love that I can barely get up off my face.
The written word is a glorious thing; slipping possible meanings behind letters and emotions atop punctuation. But we wonít have any of that nonsense here. Not, not at all. Take it as thou wilt.