I am trying to make sense of it. I am trying to vomit.
I am trying to bring myself to cry. Just somehow, release it. This inexplicable itch that runs from somewhere in the chest all the way up to my brain. Which way does it flow, where did it originate, I do not know.
The itch is all consuming. It doesn’t let me find any stillness. I have not been writing as much as I would like. The itch is my excuse for everything I am not doing.
I want to be loved I think. I want to love I think.
Its a funny world we live in... People hold it against you if you fall in love with them. The itch will drive everyone away.