howdypardner

my days have been marked with exquisite longing and wanting. . . .I will again sit and stare at another full moon alone. . . I will sit and watch as both the moon and I wane. . .leaving the world's sight. . . .and while the moon promises to return. . .I can make no such guarantee. . .

While I tell myself that a short reprieve will help. . .an escape. . .total isolation. . . .will help, I know it to be so far from true. . . . I know what I should do to help. . . .damnit knowing fucking sucks. . . .while not knowing is worse. . . .although am I sure I know? I think one answer while another seeps slowly in . . . . uncertainty and wanting. . .. not usually hand in hand, but in my case. . . .they skip along together. . ..telling me that I am not whole. . . .that I need something. . . .but never what. . . .