I write. I wont say I'm any good at it, but it's a passion I love dear, and a solution to the sadness I cannot quite express. Words aren't something I possess a power of - it is in fact something that has a power over me. They move me, like winds and like seas. They speak to me, beyond those that are actually spoken or written. There is a place in this heart for words that mean what I do.

"I'm afraid to tell you how bad it is," are the kind of words that cut so deep, I actually remember the sting of my skin being ripped apart, because only God knows how many times I've had these words stuttering beneath my breath, as I lie to the faces of the people I love.

Fuck.