Riding the waves

Emotions run on pot holed pitch.

I am emotionally drained. I cannot cry. I laugh. I cannot allow myself to think. I laugh. I cry.

Thoughts of you send my subconscious into a hurricaned twister of confusion.

.Blank.

I don't know my next move.

With you? without you?

I'm taken but I'm not.

In love but out of love.

I am in transition.

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