alive / living

it’s always a case of miscommunication. the relationship no longer radiates the kind of hope that helps to override all the wrong. be it inexperience, personality clashes, or whatever reason(s) that we have yet to uncover. nothing beats the pain of letting go of someone whom you truly care for. it’s still an incomprehensible mystery that love actually falters when the situation calls for it to withstand the onslaughts of irrationality and helplessness. hard as you try to call out to someone, to grab hold of something… they are all out of reach. and cheesy as it sounds, you start to feel your heart and soul plunging down twenty floors, and then another ten. you are still alive but not living. or are you living but yet not alive?