Archive for August, 2011

Last night I sank in a hole in the sala

August 18, 2011

Hey. I miss you. For a moment, I stayed in our sala alone and tried to feel your absence, then I found myself drifting to this imagined thought of not having to spend the hours of my days with you. And it scares me. It’s funny how these brief moments make you shudder from those things you’re likely to take for granted on a daily basis; those which are, in fact, essential, pure, and beautiful. At the thought of missing you the way I do now, I am homing even if I am already home.