Enigma..

You say I have stopped writing to you .. but I am barely breathing between the stammering of my unwanted words. I know you feel me and I need to hear you; its all so complicated with all these stars in the sky... 

They are like a small reminder that I am alive. I can connect the dots to make an illusion that life will find its way; find its way to you.. and I believe it can't get better than this. I have been spending so much of time thinking about the things that don't come out right. 

I trip on words; stammer from one word to another; maybe you will understand.. maybe you won't.

Maybe you will say I have stopped writing to you..