i think, the bad thing with being a writer, is that you use all these words and words and words and words, and there's so many of them, those words, but sometimes, sometimes, you use them so often that they lose their meaning.

some may think writer's block is when creativity is at a stop, when no words come and they just don't turn out the way you want them to. maybe it's something completely different, for you. for me, it's time to just stop and remember what all those words and words and words and words mean.

does i love you or stunning mean anything to you? i'll be okay, really, really. i just need time to remember, but sometimes, i wish my memory were better. i wish i knew what people are talking about when they say i miss you.

i wish i could write.

(tell me, when was the last time you thought of atlantis. when was the last time you thought about it and its secrets of water and no sky and forever, and tell me, tell me, did you dream about love today? i thought of you today as i dreamt about atlantis; you were endless miles of sky and i was the ocean).

i'm done. i can't do this anymore and just fuck. had fleeting thoughts about this for a while now but today, today, i'm carrying it out. a lot of changes in the next couple days. you said hello but i was already gone. (this is goodbye).