just like this;

Nothing more needs to be said,
Nothing more needs to be done.

Everything eventually changes,
Everything eventually becomes okay.

holding up.

I can do this.
I can do this.
It just takes a lot of time and effort.
I will be over this.
That's life.
It's not like I'll be stuck on this my whole life.
That's crazy. stupid.

dreams.

the days that those unreal things can ruin with vivid imaginations of what ifs... what could have beens.... the thoughts that hold no substance to reality but leaves you lurking in a deep pithole among the many in your memories and thoughts.

silence.

Cover your ears. Your mouth. Your eyes. Your face. Shut yourself off from the world and open yourself to the sound of silence. Reach out slowly with your fingertips. Stretch out your toes. Arch your back. Experience movement. Loosen your form, your shape, your body. Commit yourself to the silence, and then fall asleep. That's my favorite way.

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in... out...

Breathe.
Let the oxygen run through my system and refresh everything.
Sometimes you just have to wipe clean and start fresh.

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I had a dream.

You were in it. You talked to me. I was so happy. I was so glad to hear your voice again. I'm struggling. But you aren't reaching out to me... and I'm determined to stick to my own till August... I'm so frustrated... I really have to stop thinking about you.

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iknowyouknow.WEknow..

The reason why this, between us, works, is not because of you, not because of me, but because fate just won't let us stay apart.

I know what's going through your head because I know you so well enough that your thoughts are all very obvious.

I'm not trying to break us apart.
I'm just being blunt.

I don't want to lose you.
I just need a break from you.

Because I don't like being dependent on you.
Because if I am then you'll take me for a fool.

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It seems like everyone's gotten used to me joking and laughing so much that when I'm serious and silent, they all think that I'm in a bad mood or that something happened. Well, heads up - I'm done with the clown act for now... it's exhausting in it's own way and your way of appreciating my efforts to make you laugh is to ridicule me and that's fine - but after a while you stop respecting me.

You think your words of reassurance will make me feel better... what sucks I see the through the superficiality - you're just treating me the way a stranger with give a lollipop to a kid.

I'm not a kid. I may act stupid but I'm not. I do get sick and tired of things.
Just because I'm no longer foolishly grinning in front of you doesn't mean I'm mad, sad, or angry. It just means I stopped caring about trying to make you laugh.

I have an issue with being alone; a lot of my antics probably also result because of that fear. Because clowns are always surrounded by spectators - they're never alone.

But it's about time I dealt with that issue.... and... I'm not about to let it become an obstacle in my path. I'm not alone. I have God.