Dear Reader,

Sometimes in my mind, I find there's a door unlock, and sometimes I rarely find the strength to stop myself from walking through it. I've started pulling down the curtains around me and I've stopped retracing my steps. I find it harder now to look back. Sometimes, I don't know whether it is strength or weakness that makes me do so anyway.

There was nothing extraordinary with what I felt. I'm sure others felt the same way when they went through what I did. I'm sure others have questioned how could someone be everywhere in sight except right beside you. I'm not sure how I want to scream really. I don't want to talk and yet I want someone to listen to what I have to say.

What happened and how did I fall so hard? I've been stripped away of my pretense and something more that had made me feel so connected with myself. I'm feeling myself fade away and I don't know if I want that part of me back, because though I know there is something so deep and terrifying in what I had, it took more of me than I was willing to give. There is no reflection of me in what I do and there is hardly a piece of me in what I write. At least that's the way I feel, because I wonder how is it possible to feel like you lost something so dear to you when it was never yours?

Whatever it was, I'll try not to touch it again. It would only burn me to do so.

Yours Truly,
Nayt.