The Stream Flows…

I‘m done… I’m through breathing smoke and seeking answers in the resulting haze.  I hope you’re holding out.. I know staying in that house must be hard… I don’t know where to go from here. I check my e-mail and wait for a text, every day.  I know it will likely never come, but I hope.

I didn’t get a single call on Christmas.  Few good friends texted their holiday blessings, thank you to those people.

I miss feeling genuinely cared about on a daily basis.  That isn’t to say friends and family don’t care, it just can’t be expected that they can make it evident daily, she managed to do that.  That’s what I miss, that’s the wound that needs to heal.

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