a mist in the midst of drought.

first things first...
i was okay when had the girl that i loved...
now every second is physical therapy...
attempting to regain the ability to twitch, wiggle, extend, walk, run...
praying that by the time i learn how to stretch out my arms,
you would re-learn how to stretch out your arms.

i write here because it's less read...
but i post links to it get attention.

secondly...
i've come to fear that things may not get better...
at least not now. my desires are digressing...
the things i used to want are quietly exiting the stage.
i want simple.
to be brutally honest... i want my girlfriend back.
but we all know that's dream... and only a dream...
the kind that i'd rather not have...
the kind that i just want to wake up from and start the day.
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home
i like it.
but i'm ready for my own.
even if it's just me, my dog, and plenty of room for us to run around.
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i've been fearful of how things like this come across, but i don't force anyone to listen to what i say or read what i write...
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this is me putting myself out there...if i die, i want everyone to know exactly what i was thinking.