Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

Hole - Excerpt

When you fill a hole with dirt, it's gone.

But you can't fill a hole in your heart, your body, or your mind.

It's like a puzzle, and they are the only ones that fit into that place. They cannot be replaced by any means.

So until you cope, you feel robbed, you feel empty.

And you think that talking about it will only make things a hell of a lot worse, so you bottle it up and throw yourself into your work as always as means of distractions.

Everyone sees what you're doing, but you won't admit. You think this is coping, but in no means is it coping.

You're making it worse on yourself, My Love.

These things take time. Let it run it's course.

You will get better.

Just go easy on yourself for a while.