nostalgic to the point of throwing my arms in the air and saying nothing matters
these desperate attempts to hold onto things and events long gone by
the fact that [she] and I will have nothing is of little matter
they come and thus go so quickly.
Distant from family and friends and even myself
I realize I can control everything in my head, but that is of little comfort when I simply don’t have anyone to hold onto.
Lay in bed and try to sleep as I need it so badly
distorted pictures
something is desperately missing
– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years
Words will keep us together 