The bleak sky seems to be getting to everyone around me. I yearn for the sparkling waters of my spot. To see the sparkle, to be comforted by the sight and the sounds of the birds chirping. But I'm held prisoner within the confinds of my home. The skies darken, and the storm tries to start. But I know soon enough I will get free from this prison, though where I'm going isn't going to be much better.
He won't be there. I wish and I hope to hear from him soon, for it is torture not knowing if he is alright. I wonder if he is hurt, or if he is happy. Wether he is tired or energetic. I like to stay informed, but that will become harder to do while the months pass me by. Soon I will be moving, and soon he will be leaving. But thankfully, and hopefully, he will be back and I will not be alone. I am working on something for him. But do not tell him that.
I know he doesn't want to write and stuff like that. But I will have him write, just once. So that I know where to send it after it is complete. The skies remind me of that day. The day to where my addiction began. But I think I will leave that for another time. I wish to see his face, I yearn to hear his laugh. The wait is long enough, and the reward will be sweet. So patient I must be, and thus I will be.
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Words of Silence
The words that are silent during the day, shall be spoken and heard through the night.
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all is lost to my ears
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