rylee
There are none. I'm blank, empty, numb. I am a void. I live in a black vacuum. I am not happy. I am finally at peace.
She wrapped me up in a bear hug, the likes of which I haven't seen since. Even after the hug, she refused to let go of me, holding my shoulders and staring into my eyes. And that's when I knew: you will always need your mommy.
There was no order anymore. It wasn't chaos, not anarchy, it was simple disorganization. But what can you do? Sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.
This is chaos. Every minute of this beautiful, ugly life we live. I hate her right now. She's my best friend, and I'm so angry and could fall over and sleep. Chaotic. I miss her.
It's not a myth, a legend, or a fairytale. With me, standing there, looking up into those baby blues, I know, somewhere deep, that there is such a thing as love.
And that I will never, ever find it.