It almost feels like you are limited. Limited in the way you express and demonstrate. This incapacitate of your emotions is worrying. Why are you so intertwined within yourself. You never have the time for others. This solidify of your exterior, of your mangled face. Almost makes me feel pity. Pity for you. Which of course you have never expressed the need for. Hopefully you learn to deal with you...

Breath. Breath. Look your breathe. You’re real. Reality will strike you. But you will know the cue. That cue which teached you how to breath. That cue that that will only get you closer to death. I know its cold. But this is how you hold. You hold this warmth, only to release. Maybe you do all of this to be in peace. What even is peace, is it comfortability? Or is a state of tranquility? But you ...