Jan 11, 2013
Free writing from drunkenness
Maybe that's just the way it is. You fall in love without knowing how or why. You cling to something you can't imagine for what reason. You cannot let go without even knowing what you're holding on to. You confuse people only because you, yourself, cannot seem to sort out the puzzle pieces of your all-too-enigmatic life. You know you're exhausted and you badly want to forget and shut up and maybe stop the beating of your heart, but you know you wouldn't know how. God, help me, I don't know how.
