The day is dark and the air is thick. The white clouds hang over me on a string. Depressed; I know, but I don’t know why and I haven’t slept well in days. I’m stuck in the middle of a fantastic relationship and I cannot pinpoint where my happiness is. Herself and her shadow collapse over me with a love that I do not fully appreciate. I sometimes don’t want to feel it, but I know it is there. The night is still dark and those clouds hypnotize me from my train of thought. I need to figure this out. I might concentrate more in a white room but I’d probably go crazy. She loves me.
She loves me too much and I think I’m just scared. I can’t handle that much love… I can’t handle much of anything. I am so internally unstable. I can barely answer these questions. Maybe I’m just being too philosophical. I’ll look at this from a realistic, logical standpoint.
~She loves me. And I can’t handle it. That’s it. She loves me, and I CAN’T handle it… or can I…?