here it is...4 am...a fool's hope to think i'd sleep through the night...her face is the first image to appear in my head when i open my eyes...it'll most likely be the last if i do find rest again...
the cat must think i'm insane for being up at this hour, but i'm sure he appreciates the company.
our paths are on a collision course.
i wish the threads would subside, a moments' rest without their critical analysis in the background,
but that is not the way, it is not how i've come to this point.
and i know it is now how i will walk away from it...
Current Mood: 
lonely
lonely