Subsidizing an emotional void with stolen swatches of time and fragments of my soul. Tapping into memories which my sanity can ill afford. Learning, always learning, that some decisions aren't necessarily mine to make. Relying on me and me alone leaves me hankering for a kindred soul. All the while I’m funding the unattainable… Deep within the abyss of my personal deficit I am swimming and drowning, and then swimming again… Longing to hold the intangible in the palms of my hand so I can fill up the emptiness that I’ve been left with.
8/6/10 @ 11:13pm… my bedroom
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