i do like being driven around. it lets me sit back and take time to put my life into focus. yet, it makes me realise how empty my life is.

today i wondered, is it because she looks like you? but i diverted my attention fast, because i didn't want to think. not about you. to sink into a world of rumination about you is to engage in a relentless pursuit, with no answers, no end point. just incessant self-questioning that goes in a cirle, round and round, no ultimate point. why won't you talk? why won't you tell me what went wrong?

ever since you walked away
you left my life in disarray.
all i want is one more day
all i need is one more day with you.

scribbled
10:19 PM