Moving Day.

The only thing I want right now is one night uncommitted with you.

Nights like we used to have. Innocent and full of laughter on the couch.

I wasn't deceiving you, you honestly did make me belly laugh.

But now this entire house is in disarray, and you, far removed seem to not care.

God dammit, I wish that I saw one moment from you that was vulnerable.

I think then, maybe, I'd understand any of this.

But I don't, and most likely never will.

I have never felt my heart bend as much as it is right now.

With all of the changes - it's been purgatory - and you know this, it's absolutely not fair.

I don't deserve a god damn lick of this, at all.

Fuck this, I am going to bed.

Old Hat.

The cat is tearing away at the reclining portion of the couch and is slowly working his way to my feet. He gets in these fits, constantly. He balances them with these tender moments of wonder - that's why he is the most wonderful being I have encountered in ages sadly enough.

I'm down to the last half of my last warm beer and I don't mind, just let it flow.

We're afraid of our shadows or just in the face of nihilism (they are one in the same). You struggle with improvement, with challenge. Whatever it may be the answer is in your grasp.