How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.
We create the illusions we need to go on.
Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.
And when it comes, her kiss is like something not so much felt as found.
I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?
Write like it matters, and it will.