In my thirty three years I have known heartbreak. Quite well actually.. The pain which stands behind the tears, betrayal, anger, and lost passion festers. Thoughts which cannot be put on display for comprehension and understanding bring greater detriment to the words which were spoken. It sucks. What’s worse is the lack of enthusiasm and the indifference of a presence. As morbidity floods my mind in hope of solace, neither can coexist. Will anyone read these words? Who knows.. My current expression -> -_- oh well
Stuff..
