by Adam Wilkerson

Created on: July 01, 2008

I had one of "those" nights again tonight You know the one, where even the routine feels foreign? Those moments where everything that needs to matter can't? It must be for me to sit here listening to the ramblings of the late night talk show host being almost drowned out by the swimming of empty thoughts desperately treading the hollow keys as musings seem to float across this vast empty page. The annoying hum of the broken air conditioner does nothing but distract. As my head cools, I try to settle in on what it really is that has me frozen. I know what I don't want it to be. There is in fact something that I hope it can't be; all the while knowing precisely what it is that is distracting, that gives me chills, that leaves me needing rescue. I miss her.

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