Theres an empty space and when all you can feel around you is air, but somehow you can’t seem to breathe.
When someone tells you how it really is, and it so clear that it stings, yet everything suddenly goes out of focus.
Like when you’re aching to reach out, to grab hold of that hand, but you’re scared of what you’re risking.
When you realise you no longer have a choice. When you realise you have to look forward, because looking back is unbearable.
