Very clear to me now that I don’t have a choice in the matter. I have to figure out a way to make it. My sanity depends on it. Every day, it withers away more. I’m getting

My sanity is in jeopardy. The only thing that can save it is movement. I feel the need to always be doing something, or else I feel like I’m losing time. I’m not really losing time. There

I’m coming towards you. Every day I’m moving myself closer. One day I’ll be where you are, but I’m already you. I’m not waiting for the day you arrive, I’m waiting for the day we meet again.

Patience is still hard to come by. Though I excel at it many times, each time is a struggle. A constant battle to retain what I really want to say. Silence is the test. I know where