Words and words. We speak of nothing but letters which form what only is a slight expression of how we feel. As we sit here trying to form a bridge from our minds to our hearts, we forget what it truly means to display such a cause. Words. Actions. Letters. It’s the meaning behind each form that differs us from one another. Sleepless nights i have spent worrying. Opened eyes, staring in comparison. The thoughts are endless. The mind is relentless. The heart holds no substance when it’s controlled by the never ending thoughts which steals our sleep. What could have been…what it was…what comes between us.