It’s been slightly more than a week. Something happened last Tuesday that shook my world.

Disappointment, anger, hurt… Noises in the head while I come to terms with what happened, with their conversation, with his side of the story. Then silence when I shut myself out. I’m locking myself away again.

Don’t comment if you see the emptiness in my eyes… Don’t even ask where my soul is. I don’t know.

I’m tired. Tired of this cryptic shit but even more tired to elucidate further.

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.

Whatever. I was probably aware of the bubbles under the surface and I finally found them.

Being intuitive is both a blessing and a curse.