I have so many things to say. So many words to type out for you. But I am overwhelmed with things I need to do and yet still haven’t gotten to (will I ever?), a broken heart, and a dissociating brain.
I have written so many chapters recently in my head and I’m afraid I’ll lose them all if I don’t write them down soon. And I’m afraid I won’t be able to pen them accurately. That I will freeze impotently pen poised on paper but unable to make the synapses fire to let me translate thought to a tangible word.
I’m afraid of a lot of things.
I’m afraid of losing you.
I’m afraid of losing myself.
I’m afraid it might be too late.