2002-05-29 & 1:22 a.m. : things will get better, i am just waiting is all
i am getting used to this quiet. i am beginning to ache for it constantly. the alone, the no-eyes-looking-at-me-sideways, the feeling of my feet on cold floor.
i am getting used to this quiet. i am beginning to ache for it constantly. the alone, the no-eyes-looking-at-me-sideways, the feeling of my feet on cold floor.
i love the hum of the computer, i love the softness of the monitor glow.
patience has never been my forte, but when i want it to be, absorption is.
i am taking everything, and speaking little these days.
i tried to call you, but it rang and rang. and then i tried the second phone number you left me, but i got an automated voice saying that all circuits were busy.
making that phone call was the bravest thing i did today.
it doesn't matter, does it, that i spent the rest of the day in bed, looking through the small window and the light and then dark sky.
