Mathilde_Le_Clech

She refuses to tell him what she feels, so she writes to him.
She writes everything he can't handle, everything he can't know.
She barely knows him. All she knows is the passion that took control of her ever since she met him.

You...

I shirked the void and didn't move forward. I diverted from the fear under my feet which goes up in my stomach.


I filled it to forget but it didn't work.


The void is still here even though I don't feel it when I lie down.


It'll be here tomorrow, waiting for me to wake up. It'll remind me that I have to move forward, and that if it's not today, it'll be tomorrow, and if it's not tomorrow, it'll be the day after, and that if I wait too long, it'll be too late and I'll never do it.


It'll end up pushing me if I don't move on my own, and I'll be scared, scared to death, before I realize I can fly.


May 8th