I have filled the space around the pit. I've been squeezing it hard and tight. The light hits me shattering around my emotional tentacles they wrap tighter around the memory of you. As I sit with this hole in my stomach that just grows I don't want to move on. I ask myself the hardest question, should I cut myself off? Or do I really love this person and only her? I can't watch I want my life to go on, but right now i'm sitting on the fence.