Crying for the past thirty minutes. Why? I don't know. Life, death, love, friendships. These words have such a far deeper meaning to me than so many would think.
I am trying to see, what's lying in front of me. So I can see how to push it away. But it's untouchable, unfeelable, unreachable. But, what the hell? So am I, so is everything around me.
My eyes seek the person there, not the picture hiding it, not the face covering it up. Why can't nobody do that to me? Why can't they see through t