returning the complement

tuesday 15th january 2002 @ 23:35

i gave you validation. made you feel good again. made you smile. you said so. and in return i am floundering without your voice on the wire. freshly wounded from a psychic attack that i cannot run from. not like blades or shells. but a solitary torture where your absence hurts more than your presence.

reading: sandman by neil gaiman

hearing: fleetwood mac, ringing in my ears from her screaming

wanting: a message from you

fearing: no, not you