i find myself here again. strangely enough i don't know where to begin every single time i'm here, realising that i had been staring at the screen for ages and yet seemingly unable to put a single letter on it. confused and drowned.

the gaping hole. that huge void that was left behind. feels like a blackhole of some sort, seeking to draw everything in its path to plug it but often consuming everything, leaving nothing not even the beautiful memories that were created for they were in the very end, marred beyond the point of recognition. skin hunger.