Where’s peace?

Why is it so hard for me to say what I really want, I always cover it up. And it came back and bit me in the ass!

Sunday, I don’t really care for days anymore. It’s all the same when I am not with you. My heart, arms and my whole everything miss your being, smell, and I miss you in my arms. I miss being in your arms!
So it’s deeper, more, much more than I ever imagined. There’s something growing on the inside, like I can’t control it. Thus I focus all my energy and thoughts on this I can’t shake the harsh cold reality slapping me in the face..

I just want a peaceful place, a calm oasis I can call home…