Pieces.

Lately all I've been writing about is you, because at the moment I'm trying to work myself out and to figure out how to be in all this.


I made a book of happy things and I'm thinking of making one of sad things, but I'm not sure if that's a good idea at the moment.
You see the feeling has returned, and it's just there, hovering in my thoughts, threatening me but not quite taking over like it used to. I don't think that it will, but I'm wary all the same. It's been keeping me on my toes.
If I make a book of meaningful things instead, maybe that will be different, but I'm just not sure.
I think I will.