If the voices weren’t enough I’m seeing you everywhere again.
I feel like I’m devolving back to the time when I would chase after women that had slightly similar features.
It’s bad, but not that bad, at least not yet.
I’ve been losing sleep.
I’ve been ignoring signs from other women, so say the voices.
I honestly don’t know what to do about this, I just write and write and write and write, hoping it will absolve me of my issues but lo’and behold, I’m right back to loving you.
It feels empty however, this time.
Yes I know the emotions are there but there’s no one to accept it.
Just the void.
This white background void.