unspoken. yet.

with every word i write i kill the pain a little more. i will see how long i'll be able to leave the 1322 words, 6523 characters (without spaces), 7823 characters (with spaces) on my desktop. they are not in my head anymore but have not been sent to the person they were actually written for.

and again i'll find myself waiting. for the next day. for better times. for the confession. for happiness. for the one i want to be my significant other. for the definite end of the tunnel.

i'm desperate to see the sun again. but at first the clocks will be set back on sunday.