The drawer.

I feel like my brain could explode sometimes. I have so many thoughts in my head and they are all mixed up and tangled like a ball of yarn. And I can't seem to manage to untangle them. Where to start? And some thoughts and questions will haunt me forever, until I get my answer. And the answer has to be thorough in order for me to discard it. And I hate not having a person beside me who knows me and accepts me the way I am. Okay, I have few people like that, but they are mostly far away. And let's be honest. Msn, facebook, phone calls.. they just don't fill the feeling, the longing.. Sometimes I wish to jump. Jump and just keep falling. And not have to think. Pure of thoughts, pure of everything. Just the air in my lungs and the wind on my skin. I long for silence. But it's impossible now. And I keep collecting thoughts in my brain. I call it my drawer, because I'm incapable to store them on a piece of paper. Even this post is difficult and takes a lot of willing.
I miss you! And you! And you! And I just need you to contact me, stop being to distant. I need you.