You know, conflicted is such a good word.

I kept checking the phone that doesn't ring, reading those words over and over again, splotches of colours in shades of emotion, knowing our distance is approaching. We will be close only by relation. She asked, what is this yearning? I managed a sigh.

Why do we always spiral out of control whenever we are in each others' presence? Do I really not feel?

Soon I will have nothing and nobody left. Not on the sandy pitches nor the loose sheets.

please tell me when the end will be.