Well, its almost time for me to go to bed the insomnia way, but I gotta write some... even if its some of nothing.
I cant stop worrying, and it is getting really frustrating.
Its not the "generalized anxiety" worry.
Its more like my mind runs wild with questions about the unknown 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
Its like I cant keep my mind off of her.
Wondering how shes doing...
Wondering how shes feeling...
If shes okay...
If she needs help...
If shes being treated well...
If shes getting what she deserves:
The best of the world.
I still Love yah, babe.
You are the best friend I could ever even dream of...
And now I can see you, my friend, only in my dreams.
Youll be with me, like a handprint on my heart.
I hope you still have that. It was the first I ever made. Now people know me by my car and my art.
I Love you, babe... with a L
P.S. The hair-tie has yet to leave contact with my body, and Im hugging the sweatshirt as I type. Oh, and the "Wicked" ring is still on my left hand... I might not be able to hold your cold sweet hand, but I can still feel your hand on my heart.
I Love yah, lovely.
