I am a bit sicky. Nothing big, just enough to make me sigh. Its my tiring kind - one that I used to be used to. I'm grateful for its absence of late.

One week. It really is coming to
an end.

Two days. It really
isn't happening.

Missed calls. Something saddening
but neccesary.

Waiting for that call. Every unknown number...it always was a possibility. It always will be. He'll always cause fear in my life. Even from such a distance of
space and connection.

I can't be there. And she can. She gets to be the one. That's really
not fair.

Worried about my mum. I hate her pain. I want to
take it away.

Opportunity to be a part of love. Creation, addition, realization. I want so much.
I hate the obstacles.

You. I want you.
Can't you see?
Please.
I didn't want it to be like this.
I asked for reasurrance.
You gave it.
Back it up.
Please.

Maybe all the above is the reason its back. Its a lot to handle at once.