Coagulation

My head is pounding and I don't know why.

The creativity that I know flows in my veins has been stifled. It's frustating. I can't write. There is so much I need to express, there is a chapter left undone, a story unfinished and I am incompetent to do it.

Boredom has seeped in and I am lounging around an apartment that is empty except for myself.

Goddamn.

I just want to write. I just want to create but I can't even do that. It's driving me crazy and I don't know the cure. I've tried different music, scents, clothes even for crying out loud!

Bah.

I guess I'll figure something out. I usually do.

It's not the same without you here

The air is chilly and the leaves are falling. While I quickly walk through the dead leaves that litter the ground I think of you with every crunch.

You love this weather.

As I sit before my computer, stabbing at the keyboard with strange reverence, I am wearing my 'rebel' pants, and I think of you.

You hate these pants.

When I get up to go to the corner store to grab something we're out of, I think of you and our late night runs to the MiniMart for ice cream sandwiches and over priced chocolate bars.

That was our thing.

But now we're so far away and I never get to see you any more. It's been a long time and I miss you every day.

Soon enough, we will see each other again and we will make new memories.

Soon.