xylan

It has been more than a year since I last wrote here...do I even live here anymore?

It is that time again, in which the heart tries to mend itself in its own futile ways. I am tired of opening my ribcage, exposing heart, and then having to sew the sutures back in. It's exhausting at the least. Other than that, life is stale. A pale, odorless color. That is devoid of vibrance. I wish I can utter more jubilant words, however, happiness is a far reaching cornerstone for me.