this numbing sensation.simple boredom. words i'd love to scream at times form crosses over eyes and blurred vision the things you say or do not say for that matter effect my insides more than you may know your sudden urge for independence craving every other every other god damned "other" the others that one day won't matter the others feeding your mind a one sided world the others you need for this moment. and each time i attempt to understand your door locked, your mind closed your conversation blurred and lacking substance each time i attempt to seperate myself and let you be, free from anything you seem to not need a deeper wound casts light within my insides leaving me naked and alone. we weren't supposed to turn out this way.