knees curled to chest, sitting thoughtfully wishing for something or anything, but knowing it would all end soon enough. tears but, not for herself, not for little humans who would torture or kill, steal life away to improve their own. not for them. tears for the silent screaming agony. bleeding heart bullshit, i heard you through the wall, at least i can feel, at least i can do that.

wide eyed anticipation or.. heart filled longing. i do miss you. always. times, times of mostly alone. i wonder, when the sun dies, the moon is so alive, if i will be able to hold you close enough or press my lips to yours as many times as would suffice, enough to fill the empty, erase this. of course, in your arms there is less, or so much more, to worry over. i found home. nothing, nothing

some days there are no reasons.