How is it that you are the source of my joy, yet also such anguish?
I’ve fallen hopelessly for you, yet I cannot show it nor am I able to love you. Grief’s hands enthrall my heart. How I long for a contrary conclusion. As a broken being I have discovered such beauty, yet I know I must fix myself. I fear that I shall lose such treasure. This fragile dream is my only possession. I fear the inevitable. I fear of watching it slip through my fingers.