I am a heap of limp limbs bundled up in a pile on this bed.
My hair is a mess of tangled curls, enfolding my face, my neck, my chest. The contours of my face traced by the konstant tears that keep streaming down, down, down.
I am tired. Exhausted from another sleepless night, plagued by bad dreams. My mind is jumping. Over-analyzing. Reaching false conclusions.
I am falling apart, in more ways than one. I am not in touch with who I am, my motives, my feelings. All that is clear is that I am very much upset, afraid. I know that something is wrong.
I am alone. And I know I will feel this way until we finally speak.
Two days. Two days.
mkp.
