Day 6

I woke up the same, churning in turmoil. The morning collapse. It sits in my arms and chest cavity, It tingles in my fingers, I think. It waits in the night and when morning comes, it awakens. There is hollow then there is this. It is wordless, really.

The way what is inhabiting my belly refuses to cease to disturb, the retracing, the what’s the use. OMG.

My soul is troubled and so is my blood.

I can feel the pain in every region of my faculties.

I feel like something is wearing my body.


Day 5

I woke up with this ominous presence rising in my heart. My stomach feels as though it wants to exit my body. I want to throw up my guts. All my body can do is shake, these sensations circulate in waves throughout my body.

23:00- I finally cry. I finally eat.. something. I am trying to find the anchor in others however, I am too arrested in my sorrow, disappointment and shock.

Day 4

I wake up calmer. It creeps in, the emptiness, the terror. Is it acid coursing through my veins.

I eat. I feel sick. Numb. Abandoned. Confused. Shocked.

23:16: Still calm, in fear of when the collapse rears it’s ugly head.

Day 3

I woke up with impending doom sitting heavy in my core. I toss and turn. I shake. I recall.

My stomach feels as though it is eating itself. My blood is frozen. My blood is boiling. Is this madness. The emptiness sits in the pit of my stomach. It tightens and settles. Are these my bones. Is this my face. Is this. Is this. Is this. My life.

Day 2

My tears are a river. My body hot and cold, I do not recognise this blood coursing through my veins. My feet are weightless. Appetite, non existent. I break down. I see him, he betrayed me.. all hope shattered even I cannot recognise myself hurling these words of hate. My hands to his face. So violent. The red on his face. The chill in my bones and the dryness of my lips. He scurries off like a boy. Crocodile tears maybe.

Alone, the chill sits in my bones. My blood betraying me, as though it is acidic coursing through my anxious veins. This is the night.. the darkness harboured in me. The night of humiliation.. dead hope, dreams. The night of disbelief.


He was looking at me differently tonight. He was staring. He looked so handsome in dark navy blue, he seemed pleased, on cloud 9. He had the face of a man bracing himself to utter something huge. He didn’t, he didn’t need to. 

 The way  he looked at me as I was walking up the stairs after  a long and passionate Goodnight kiss, that look, that stare spoke volumes. It wasn’t a look of lust but a look of a man melting at the core. 

I think he has falllen for me.

The way he walks with our hands entwined, he gives the impression of a man about to fly. He gave me a gift, a sweet gift. I  felt a sense of unease in the fancy restauraunt, he should forgive me for my awkwardness,  I am simply not used to men spoiling me like this. 

I do not want to seem presumptuous. I don’t want my delusions of grandeur to get in the way of rational thinking.

I can’t stop thinking about him and I don’t wanna get hurt.