My stone.

Life is so beautiful. Day and night. But I'm stuck in a dark place. I'll be alright. But you! I don't know how you heal; different, obviously, but you don't feel, you don't feel the way I feel it's different for you than me. I like to hide under my stone until I regain my sanity. I'm losing myself, and you deserve the best of me, not the broken self. I didn't want you to see. I'm sorry I'm complicated. It will be okay soon, but in this moment, right now, I just need a few. A few hours a day or two. i just need to figure it out for myself. I need to figure out what I need to do. Please don't mistake my distance for being mad or upset with you. It's not you... not at all. It's my head, my thoughts, my stress. I'll be okay but please be okay too because when I crawl from my stone I'm coming straight to you.