when you just need to throw some words out into the abyss and pretend that someone's listening.

song of the day: Beloved, Anoushka Shankar

My darling, I miss you I miss you I miss you. Three times. Or, maybe, I miss who you were. or probably, even more aptly, I miss who you were going to be. No. I just miss you. See me again? So I can feel your fingers? Your hair? I wish you were close by me always, so your path would not have deviated. if you had gone to where you belonged instead of there. But I can't dwell in how it would have been different. Then again, I was just telling a friend, I can't pull the whole thing myself. Don't lie. Don't say you have things to do. Come here.