It\'s hard to write because when I do I feel, something I am trying to suppress. I don\'t know why today is so hard. But it is. And I miss you, more than you know. More than I should. And I can\'t move on, I don\'t want too. But I know you have. And it seems as if everyone around me is moving forward, but I am as still as the water before a rocks disturbed its peace. What you have done to mine. It\'s hard without you, too hard. In a world with vivid colors and the sun there is where you live. A world with closed curtains and countless black holes is where I reside, searching, for you. For us. But its like a never ending maze, like searching for humanity in this world. A flood of disappointment. I long to stay alone, to never allow this feeling again. I can simply not survive it. Its reached its limit and I desperately hope their is one.