Day 7 (16/11/13)

Dear Diary

It is now a week!

I am  vanishing  fading slowly being ripped apart and tortured by the 1, 228 miles that separates us

Loving him from a distance is not hard because I know I can love this man through a sand storm

Caring for him is not hard I can do that even if it means giving up something in his defense

But missing him? not being able to touch him?

Time and distance is a sadist and I am nothing than a slave

I’ve escaped the pain’s full effect by sleeping somewhere else

-in unfamiliar sheets

but does that help the mind from painting images and giving me flashbacks?

NO

Dear Diary it is day 7 and I am not making any sense

—-bright eyes—-

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