The rocks are falling down repeatedly onto my skin. I am still it is as though nothing can move me. The way you used to see me has disappeared but I know it is still there. That smile is peaking through the cracks in the door. They are hiding in that little cupboard we both love, the one we used to hide in when we were kids. I am running through the streets and know you are always on the next one like in a dream. Aching I find my way outside your door but never knock. I know you are there checking in on me when no one is looking. Not the way it appears but in another world separate form this where we both exist. Secrets are being kept and wondering why we never made it in the end. But the end has never happened so one day I will be on my way to you in the way you like. Time stops still and we know it is better this way.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.