off much deprived limelight

The moon is a faint blurry circle outside my window. The hum of the fan is in rhythm with Regan on the iTunes and the blinking orange LED on the iPod is dancing annoyingly to all the sounds in this room. If you could hear the whispers of this heart along with all the other sounds around, you would possibly press both hands on both ears and scream for it to stop. Yes, it's that muddled.

And amidst all the muddles, you seem to consistently come up however far away you are/could be/may be. If why is the next thing out of your mouth, don't bother. I'm struggling myself.

There seems no rational explanation for this; at least none that I can put my finger on. It's like sitting for an exam that you wrote but having no way of getting a passing grade regardless of how hard you try. I could give you a hundred different metaphors but we'll be nowhere different from where we are right now.

With the exception that a little (or a lot of) time will have come to pass with us talking.
Exactly like how the blurry circle that was the moon is now no more outside my window.

Perhaps like all of that, you too will no longer be in the middle of this muddle.
But somehow I'm dreading that more than I should.

minx wrote at11:26 PM

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