too much.

There comes a time when someone's brain cannot possibly handle anything else, no matter what it is.

I think it is quite safe to say that I have reached this point.


Whispers only convey so much
And only the stars will ever know the lyrics
Offered from comfort and love,
Met with confusion and a bleeding heart,
Forbidden from understanding
What their situation was,
Or how it might have transcribed,
But now all is ended for good,
Going in search for something more
Than this fleeting life.