comfort

I have tried to run, escape, forget, hid myself in a dark corner.

Nothing seems to console me; not music, not writing, not reading beautiful language, even sleep keeps me awake.

But in some mysterious way last night, you did.

It feels like I�ve been missing it my whole life without knowing what it was.

And knowing I still have you.

Even strong people need to draw strength from others sometimes, admitting it is no weakness.

You are a comfort to me, when nothing else is.

2011-07-11
8:24 p.m.

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