It's been a few days, and I really wish I had something intriguing to write about.. but alas, I do not. This weekend has been subdued, but unsettled at the same time - things don't feel to fit the way they should; or is that the other way around?
I'm in a bit of a mood. Like I want to crawl into an abandoned cave, where I am warm and safe - but alone. I think I need to be alone with my thoughts - we've got some shit to sort out.
John is away for a month. He left Friday. As he left, in all his stock-standard goodbye glory, we momentarily locked eyes (some days, I live for those moments), I gave him a quiet smile, and then, he closed the door. He's going on an adventure, and I wished I was the one he wanted to take with him.
This is the kind of headache, of which no amount of paracetamol will take care of.
I hope that this month will rid me of him; I've been stuck in a half life for far too long. He is a cruel man, and when he plays with me, he knows not what he does... or perhaps he does?
All day, all I heard was bad news stories. I want to shake them like a wet dog shakes its coat. Bad news weighs me down.
Tomorrow is a new day, let it be a good news one.