staying in this place feels like an eternity falling into a black hole. No more reality. Everything becomes a blur as I fall back into a deep thought. Deep thoughts last a very long time. I cannot control what flourishes in my brain. Sometimes it's about you. Sometimes it's about myself. I have coping mechanisms to control me from needing you so much. The confused mind consumes me. Do you think I care to much? Do I think about you to much? Tell me if your okay with me feeling this way. Should I feel smaller? Do you want that? Comfort is needed in my life. This isn't what I should be feeling when I need comfort. I shouldn't need to stop myself from thinking about you. But for my sake I have to. I have to stop the thoughts from emerging from the surface. Before I become someone I never wanted to become. To stop feeling pain when I should be feeling comfort. That's what I call dreadful comfort. This is what I call sorrow.
