What is love, why is it so hard to keep.
Love is not complicated the people are.
What is it like to be truly happy, what does that feel like? I don't know if I have ever truly been happy. I have had happy moments, moments that are now memories, memories that will fade away when I start fading away. Have I started to fade? The more I try to remember the harder it is to try to find those memories. All I tend to find now is darkness and sadness.
Sadness, sadness I know pretty damn well. Sadness is in every corner, every crack, every atom, without it, it's a sea of emptiness. I see myself in the mirror and sometimes I don't recognize who is staring back at me.
Am I truly alone by choice or by pushing everyone I know away for being afraid?
Am I afraid? Is that what this is? Or is it that I know what to expect from people and refuse to be disappointed, so I set up these walls...











