awkward

I could sit here and write of all the
bad things that happened today.

All the things that made my
heart race. Not out of love, but
out of coming too close to
some horrible disaster.

I could write of the headache
that my job gives me and
how it just isn't fun anymore.
And, how terriblely rude
people can be.

But, I lack desire to do so.

I could also rant on about
how I met Siren today.
And, how I felt myself become
this cartoonish fool.
Stubbling over words, and falling
into my 'professional' voice.
As if meeting her wasn't something
I just throughly enjoyed.

But, the should ofs..
and..
could ofs..
are something I don't want to
think about right now..

There are times I wish
the house wasn't empty..

Or, that I had someone to..
stroke my hair..

But, reality sets in far too
quickly..

The house.. is empty..
and.. there is no one
to aid me in finding the
comfort I'm looking for..

So, I'm here.. writing things
out.. for it's as close to that
comfort that I'm allowed to get..

without.. having anyone else
involved..