5/26/09

    The night before seems to be the hardest time for me. I want to be close to touch you, feel you, smell you. But the more I do the harder the morning is. I want to be close, yet distant at the same time. I want you to hold me tight and comfort me but that just intensifies the empty feeling brought on by the cool morning air on my skin without you there to shield me. You sleep so calmly, the universe couldn't rouse you with it's problems. As you sleep your whole world is peaceful, serene, unfettered while I am tormented by the demons in my nightmares.