Here we go again. The door closes again. The day winds down, twisting all appreciation into a forgotten mass. Sleep away. My intentions to keep up are combatted by the urge to sleep this discouragement away as if it will disappear. Sometimes I just want to be alone with no one to scratch my back or tell me its okay.
Nor sleep to try and forget about this time. so not this time. It's not martydom...
its the best that I can do to try to make some sense out of what I'm feeling inside.
I don't expect you to understand, but I hope you can pardon me if I seem to slip out of your world from time to time. But I am trying... Here we go again. The door looks so tempting to close with me inside but I try to leave it alone.