barely living.

My heart is stuck in my chest right now. I haven't wrote in forever. There's so much to write about, so many thoughts...so much. It's not like I can't get it out. For me, it's as easily complicated like breathing. I just choose not to write. Digging deep to get that raw emotion that you bury so far away from reality. I hate going in to that cold place because I can never find my way out by myself once I go there but whatever. I'm avoiding poetry. Avoiding everything that has to deal with poetry ; and music is a long lost best-friend of mine.