5.27.11 — 11 AM
A million needles rapture through my skin and into my heart. Protected by bones, but still keep the spindly, precise little shards away. They knew exactly where to pierce through, exactly where it would hurt me the most. With every single word I read of yours I stagger to my knees, trying to catch whatever air is left inside of me. My heart is beating slowly, everything hazy, and all the dreams & desires are slipping away.