Four Walls

I have been sick. I have been lying in my room with a fever attacking me from the inside out for almost three days now. Sometimes I feel like i'm going stir crazy. These four walls I'm surrounded by are heartless, helpless friends that do little more than block out the rest of the house. Thank goodness for mothers and the internet. I've had time to think and that's never a good thing. Tonight i'm thinking about Libra.

It's been a while since I wrote about her. To tell the truth, I've been avoiding it. She's moved to California and I miss her uncontrollably. It's times like these that I remember that. Normally I'll push it down into those depths that allow us to feel and not have to face those feelings. Tonight, it's right at the surface and my mind is reeling.

How is she? I'm not sure, as it's been a few weeks since we've spoken. I find myself praying that she is okay. I find myself wishing on stars that were already used on wishes. I find myself sitting here, typing this and hoping she might read it, knowing there is not much chance of that.

Anyone who bothers to come back to this place and read my ramblings from day to day should know that I'm a lover, not a fighter. They are too, most likely, or just curious what the lovers are thinking.

Tonight i'm missing Libra. Tonight, in the midst of a fever and aches and pains and through the soft coolness of the cloth on my head, her smile and those damn beautiful eyes haunt me silently.

It took Shakespeare 115 times trying but at 116 he finally prophesied for me correctly.