I hate computers and all the things they choose to hide. Its as if with everyword read, stitches became undone and the threads of dreams became tangled in my throat and I cant breath and I cant die, all I can do is sit here and choke on these lost feelings I didn’t know I could live through again. Living in the ghost of something you deemed so beautiful and in your heart you knew was right, I thought it could be me but it cant have Bern. I don’t have that mark that changed everything, I don’t have that perfect form you seldom think of. I cant live in the shadows for I fear I will freeze, and should that be my fate, I can accept it, but not in your shadows and for what was. I’m breaking again and that seems just fine. I just will not accept that you were not just mine.