Dec 9, 2015


I am desperately waiting for the moment. It's killing me, the uncertainty. It's bothering me. I just want to know and only then I can tell what the heck is wrong with me. Why I am acting weird. Why I seem to be cold. Sometimes I can't hold it anymore but I can't tell unless the moment comes.

I keep punching the air or my pillow. I hate to be in this state. I never thought I will be for a long time. I just want to get over it and tell.

There is too much sunshine around that I need a storm to tell. A storm to disguise my intentions. A storm to make the world seem dark, at least when the moment comes. 

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